Poems About the Environment
weeping willow tree of the meadow,long green leafy sapling tree sweeping
Soft whips from my arms,
Standing tall and boughing low,
I Mourn in the wind.
I gotta get out of here!
This place,
This room,
20 years of nowhere.
We are like humans
Taking a stand
Against the lumberjacks
Who are taking our land.
I often took walks down the long, open road
To savor and cherish the nature I saw
The day begins,
at the base.
Lomming above
the majestic
mountain,
A glorified
As the sun greets her face every morning, she say a prayer. A prayer ensuring her that she'll make it safely.
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