Preserve Poems - Poems about Preserve

The fawn arrived at one o’clock on a sunny Sunday In the middle of Australia, where her mother had consumed bits of hay The birth was easy, onlookers were silent, loving their deer This fawn, named Sassy, was glad she was born in the meadow here Some deer are born into an anxious, hunter’s kind of world, but not...

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The elixir, the liquid transparent treasure flowing through the caverns of rocks unto the unfathomable abysmal layers of the Garden, Replete in rivers, streams, brooks and cascades. Who gave you all these? Pensez bien ! Rappelez bien ! Les arbres, les herbs the fauna et flora on the valleys and the peaks of mountains, plains and prairies,...

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It's not too late to be that lassie, who speaks out loud and is some times sassy.. It's never too late while one has breath, to take that chance, preserve what's left.. It's not too late to be restitute, in a quest for fairness, to share one's truths.. It's never too late in a land with freedoms to appeal to it's people...

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PRESERVE RELUSH- Choose Wisely your What Guards Your Heart for We are Products of our Environment The rain mine tears, earthen grounds lusted flesh I am that I am a light I am that I am in His sight Created soul I so shine ever bright Terrain grounds fervent rains swollen trees Non disant I am that I...

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At the time of the final decision, at the "H" time of the sentence, be spontaneous... It's positive to smile inside... important and cry out ! Moves much thus, and can...

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When in a jam, I try to preserve meditative trance Synonymous with light hypnotic mode inhaling and exhaling diffusing anger lest mine noggin would explode rhythmic breaths flowed sustained me red nose (think Rudolph) glowed. Holistic approach to derive peace of mind necessitating absolute zero noise (the slightest distraction offsets delicate transcendent state) nevertheless effortless breathing (whereby mantra incorporated) buoys body, mind and spirit triage. Trail of tears...

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Deserve to Conserve and Preserve What we do deserve Is always try to conserve And also preserve Jim Horn...

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I pray that God helps me preserve, When knowing He is close and near; Do desire, To inspire, In my each thought and tiny tear. Jim Horn...

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I don't know many people so urbanized they would not prefer a nature preserve and star light for neighbors, day and night, over a new developed suburbanization. Not too many people smile when they drive by a familiar farm with woodlands, now scraped and scaped, graveled and turfed, cut down and razed with concrete foundations, ready for more humans not preserving natural relations with more diverse species. Nature preserves promote...

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Jelly bean warships judiciously cheering for the enemy? The old timers do not understand this unnaturalness. “It is an inescapable truth today,” Sgt. Mars Bar told them. “We are all about preserving the rights of everyone else.” Some tittering twits known as Smarties marched by at that second. Several poked fun at the old-timers, calling them names like “Crappy, Tired, Worn-out...

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" The nature beds & water on earth started fading away, Blowing wind has lost its way.. What's this imbalance ? Where is the rain ? The mountains cry & it's echoes reach the sky.. While the sky, coughed & sighed.. I'm depleting in silence , seek the humans for answer. Volcanic eruptions & green house gases are increasing every day.. Rising sea levels &...

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We try to preserve it against all odds Shield it from those who would applaud Its dashing on rocks of Never --- The Innocence of Childhood forever......

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Met a spiritual flower, descendent of protectors of the lands of Tulum, in times long ago. Her eyes, so unique, captivated me, it was hard to look away. I felt gazing into their Depths,The spirits of civilizations of a different time and place. They seemed to speak to me, crying out, " why must...

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I hear the thunder of distant hooves, beating the dry earth. Equine spirits caught and trained, to work with humans. Some entertain, some labor; others become our closest friends. Note: I'm disturbed at the rate of destruction of your wild horses in America. These beautiful and loving beings love and serve humanity and it seems their reward...

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