Poems About the Environment
Tears fall like rain
as a breath is stopped,
as a noose is tightened,
as a cell is spread,
The sun's up again, two more minutes, and the day has begun,
The pants with the rip on the left knee -- fold up the cuffs,
You step over the threshold of your front door,
A little nose peaks through the crack of the door before you open it,
It all begins with a single song
Drifting, fluttering, singing along.
The sweet scents of a thousand flowers
The sound of rain filled her insides
while she sat and gawked at the sky
a light gray that described her mind
I am a wildflower. My seed was planted in the depths of tainted soil, left to prosper among a hollow meadow.
