When the wind blows, I shiver....
When the sun shines, it glistens on the river....
I look around at the bare trees with no leaves...
People say that they are dead, bet I believe they are still alive....
They are just resting....
Resting and waiting to be reborn into the harsh, rough world....
I breathe in the polluted air that is our world...
That's when I think....
What have we done?
What did we do to this beautiful place we call home?
Did we love and care about how home back before we stopped worrying about it?
Look at what we have done!
The air is polluted, animals are dying, and so is our home!
What will we do?
To save our home.....
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My Monster
PoetryHey guys! This whole book is all poetry that I have written. It will be updated every so often, whenever I feel inspired! Keep in mind that some of this poetry is spoken word! I hope you enjoy my work, and please comment your opinion or advice for m...
