Poems About the Environment
Born into a role, a choice not of her own,
A fragile seed in a garden overgrown.
Eyes watch closely, expectations high
Born into a role, a choice not of her own,
A fragile seed in a garden overgrown.
Eyes watch closely, expectations high
"In the shadows of illusions, I wandered astray,
Lost in the darkness, seeking solace to allay
Brought up the first but always the last,
smiling widely as the days pass,
no one sees they are as fragile as glass.
Deep in the ocean, I am.
Where no one can see me.
No one is even there to conquer.
Where no one can approach me.
Love is in the air for whom,
The shadow of bloom.
Shores of the seas for whom,
The shadow of bloom.
Brooklyn, Brooklyn you made me, the way that I act the wjhole world can see.
Your skill is to throw a little dust of love into the deep well,