Paper

by malcolm   Jun 6, 2006


When the wind blows
i hier a voice
that tells the world to be one
when i heir the waves crash
on the beach
i see people saying
saying thing to help us see
when i see a tree
it tells me that one day
we will stop using paper
and us the computer more
that is what nature is saying

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments