Poems About the Environment
The Sky tightly grips his transparent shield as it disintegrates.
Mother Earth is exposed to
Days like Rose's are not red to the color blind
I fear the long drive will end in tarnation and mess,
Days like Rose's are not red to the color blind
I fear the long drive will end in tarnation and mess,
Days like Rose's are not red to the color blind
I fear the long drive will end in tarnation and mess,
Days like Rose's are not red to the color blind
I fear the long drive will end in tarnation and mess,
waves of suspision splashed on the shore,
finding what truly matters always fathomed my mind.
Sunday's magic will soon unfold,
With books, tea, and fireplaces.
The sun glints through my reading hole,
As I walked along the street
I saw the shadow of a soul
Its heart was beaten, all I saw was dullness
A tomb of opportunities spent --
Wretched anguish fills my soul
At the sight of that ominous,