Poems About the Environment
Summer is happy Summer is the Season of light Why can summer not last
Listen I can see the future at hand, As time passes through grains of sand, The generation is growing,
Suprised I've gotten this far. Sometimes where you live is not how you'll turn out, but how you'll grow to be better.
The sky shoots bright yellow rays I'd like to be apart of the blue some days The birds enjoy soaring up and through
We as teens did not choose who we wanted to be, we as teens were created.
Underneath the glistening blue waters The currents pull in every direction
Rise people rise whether you're blue, black, orange
The world that we live in feels so cold The attitude the world lingers is becoming so old.
One job that can change face of the world is nothing you'd expect. Not a civil rights activist, or a world peace advocate.