Poems About the Environment
School.
What a frustrating
and confusing time,
especially high school.
She, named Winter, is cold indeed,
Her sister, Summer, full of glee,
Spring’s wakening wrought rivalry,
The bell rang and it’s time to start the day
All I say is how long until the end of May
Sitting here thinking about all the mistakes I've made. Sitting here thinking about the mistakes I may make.
My teacher who relates topics to the future
while guiding students to read pages of a science book
Flying, floating, fabulous.
Rising, relaxing, rememberable.
They never stay at the same place,
Even in the morning,
one star sets sail in the sky
As the darkness sinks.
The light grows and covers the