Poems About the Environment
What is a soul?
Without being a sprirt.
What is a flag?
Without strips and stars.
What is a game?
The sun shined brightly
The moon glowed against the sky
Like both yin and yang
I am from over stacked bills
Feuds in the house about where the money will go
I am from insecurities
I wake up in the shimmery light
Of the early sun’s sigh.
The rays pour in through the open blinds
Flowers are not only decorations,
but they are also enchanting gifts that grow
from earth, they bring happiness to
I paused upon a morning breeze
Gently flowing through the trees;
These leaves became like little hands
It’s in my head and driving me out of my mind.
It’s difficult to deal with and I’m overdosing on pills to heal it.