|
|
The World Around Me |
|
|
|
|
|
The World Around Me |
|
|
|
|
The oceans have
no sides For they are but a circle With high and low tides, The lands that come upon us- Its explorer has made no fuss For they have found a new land That’s shaped like a hand, The forests and jungles are Just like a home To the newcoming animals That felt so alone, The corals and reefs are Getting smaller and smaller But forests and trees keep growing taller and taller. |
|
|
|
This page was last updated on April 30, 2004 by the KIWW Webmaster. |
