Poems About the Environment
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Waves crash gently upon the shore as the tide roles in-n-out. A semi powerful breeze cools the air
The mighty Earth Shaker with his fiery temper Could never have imagined
Church Please be seated, into the wooden bench,
Oh Lord, may I ask why our rivers run red? Its crimson hue reflecting my dishriveled skin But oh my Lord, I'm thirsty
Growing up in this world is Like metamorphosis.
There are times I wish it would always be the middle of the night.
It starts with you. In the beginning, there are only thoughts of you,
Age crept up on me like a shadow slinking infrom an open window: light at first,