It was beautiful.
It was green and clean.
The smell of fresh air,
The sound of the river flowing,
I love everything happening there.
I pinched myself to see if it was real.
That was when I realized I was dreaming.
Couldn't it be real?
Now all wasted.
The color is just awful.
The smell of pollution is killing me.
The sound of traffic is giving me a headache.
I wanted my perfect dream to come through.
But again, I was dreaming!
Poem About Wanting A Perfect Environment
This poem is just how I feel about climate change. It's beautiful. Thanks.
I Was Dreaming!
Published by Family Friend Poems April 2009 with permission of the Author.
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