Poems About the Environment

Garland
I WAS MAKING A GARLAND THAT WAS LOOKING LIKE A WHITE BAND THE FLOWER WAS VERY WHITE
The talking plant
HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME TO GROW LITTLE BY LITTLE I WILL GROW FOOT BY FOOT I WILL GROW MY ROOT
In the North
The Sky tightly grips his transparent shield as it disintegrates. Mother Earth is exposed to
Hope and pray
Days like Rose's are not red to the color blind I fear the long drive will end in tarnation and mess,
Hope and Pray
Days like Rose's are not red to the color blind I fear the long drive will end in tarnation and mess,
Hope and pray
Days like Rose's are not red to the color blind I fear the long drive will end in tarnation and mess,
Hope and pray
Days like Rose's are not red to the color blind I fear the long drive will end in tarnation and mess,
Living until the sea calms
waves of suspision splashed on the shore,  finding what truly matters always fathomed my mind.
Sunday
Sunday's magic will soon unfold, With books, tea, and fireplaces. The sun glints through my reading hole,
Ignite
As I walked along the street I saw the shadow of a soul Its heart was beaten, all I saw was dullness

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