Poems About the Environment
Here goes the cry of the Eagle.
Prouding it's self of how far it can soar:
High above the grounds;
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I gazed upon the darkest sky and then I saw --
The stars. They flash like fiery embers through and through --
There's nothing good as merry as mellow meadows.
An airfield of gentle buzzing breeze; mine shadows --
And so it came, this wave, a curse, wild storm
And so it came, this wave, a curse, wild storm