Dear sunrises and sunsets, why must you be so different? Your beauty has a significant impact on others, as well as myself, and we are sorry for sometimes displacing your grace. The way your colours dance around the presence of the sun and the clouds, combined. Some days you don't appear in places, but we know you are always there, somewhere. Maybe at a different time. Always there. There is never a day where we are not blessed by your nature, the prepossessing sight brings joy to all. We thank you for that. Dear sunrises and sunsets, why must we be so different?
The trees still green, I wonder how ? The plants and bushes that grow on the ground The green fresh look they still seem to have After all these humans, don’t give a d*mn
The dust in the air, taking away the charm The fresh green leaves, I still wonder how But I see them grey- In a few years from now With all pollution That will take over the world Grey will be the color Of the leaves
Children will learn the color grey as The color of the leaves The color of the sky The color of the air we breathe Nothing seems to be fresh Nothing seems to be a beautiful sight
We now as individuals, must do our part To help these plants stay fresh and green For the years to come they should Be a wonderful sight to see— The color of these leaves Must be Beauty Green
walkie talkie boy like shawty shy but naughty but whose identity? "that's so girly" prejudice from early 10:23 who am I supposed to be? pink fizz and blue drips materialistic shizz and new kicks is it that hard for me to fit in? besides myself, I feel it heavier on my shoulders than ever before who am I and what have I found? three, how unlucky egotistical, dependent, broke, dumb, drop out of school kid with dreams that are too big still this age
white is the colour of something new, without being a colour. white is nothing. what makes it something. something that screams without saying anything and at the same time it’s noiseless. white is like crystal snowflakes that swirls in the ocean blue sky and searches for his something. his colour. and when he founds his colour. he falls into that colour and that nothingness white changes into something. a new bright colour.