Poems About the Environment
Cover my earth mother four times with many flowers.
Let the heavens be covered with the banked-up clouds.
He sits upon his lofty throne,
with a crown all rusty gold;
Watching darkness all around;
Happiness is produced from the within
Although honesty and kindness is where it begins
In this world we are surrounded by limited resource. Most of which we have destroyed without remorse.
What is a soul?
Without being a sprirt.
What is a flag?
Without strips and stars.
What is a game?
The sun shined brightly
The moon glowed against the sky
Like both yin and yang
I am from over stacked bills
Feuds in the house about where the money will go
I am from insecurities