Poems About the Environment

HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME TO GROW LITTLE BY LITTLE I WILL GROW FOOT BY FOOT I WILL GROW MY ROOT
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
Please, Green -- don’t go away. I'll miss Your endless pastures and rolling hills,

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