Dove

Always stretching

Always growing

Shifting and twisting away

Always changing

Never staying the same

The dawn of spring comes

Like a new baby dove

Helpless and fragile she lays

While the trees turn green

And the sun shines his beam

Life comes to bloom in May

May turns to June, and June turns to fall

And often quite soon old winter calls

Bringing death and despair

Yet hope for next year

For spring will once more

Be in the air

But is it always that clear?

Spring will not come on one faithful year

And life as we know it will all disappear.

Haze

Synthetic haze plagues the ground

Suffocating every tree around

The birds will lose their heads

While resting in their plastic beds

The sky is black in day

The oceans are so gray

People won't be phased...

For their precious haze is here to stay

Traffic comes and goes

Yet the haze always shows

Oxygens no more

Pollution has run its course

The Geese

It's the geese

It's the geese

Call the police

They've been fighting and squacking all day

It's the geese

It's the geese

When will they cease

Eating the grass away

Feathers and fluff

Float in the dust

As they infest the waters and bay

They will eat the land dry

And then they will fly

To a new place with new grass

New ponds filled with bass

A place the geese will turn to trash