Amanda's 4 Poems

Space

I hear a whisper

Space is the whisper

I realize I can't

Comprehend I can't

I don't know much

The stuff I know

Isn't much

When I compare space

The dark open space

To me I'm small

Big and to me

small

My Mind

When I have an idea

I won't let it go

I'll hold onto it like a

Balloon

The wind never

Tearing us

a p a r t

People encourage change

But I DISAGREE

But, when I do

Let go of my

Balloon

A new world of

Possibilities

Comes into grasp

The Tree

A tree is part of nature

It is and always will be

Except if we cut them all down

For our own

Necessities

We'd have what we like

But we would be missing

One crucial gift

The gift of air

The gift the tree promises

Smile Earth Smile

The earth so true

As true as can be

But how few

Take care of it

The way it should be

We pollute

We throw away

Things we used just once

Only yesterday

If we would be green

How the earth would be

So happy

It would smile

Give thanks

We would make it so happy

The earth that we live on

The only one we know

We take care of it

By ourselves

And it will never

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