Poems About the Environment

we all wish, dream of being able to fly i want to be on the ground, looking up. we all wish to be photographed
The Struggle to succes isnt an easy road There will be alot of bumps, depression, sadness, and hell to pay
I sit (silent and alone) I stare (into a full world of empty space)
We struggle and reach for that which is ours, to recover once again from a fated defeat.
Brown,red,orange and yellow,
Slippery rocks, sharp rocks, sound like shards of glass clinking together as the dogs follow me
As I see the colors in the sky, lighting up like the forth of July. I see the wind pick up again,