poem 1 I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking. I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over. sea fever-john masefield
poem 2 Wish i could steal a handful of sparking bright stars, make a little bouquet or plant them close to flowers. For flowers will dry up wither and go but stars will remind you every day, I love you more. Incandescent iridescent happy or sad Stars will stay they'll always be present. Lightning you way today, tomorrow, and forever my friend. stars for stars-Nalini Jyotsana
poem 3 For 50 years, WWF has been protecting the future of nature. The world's leading conservation organization, WWF works in 100 countries and is supported by 1.2 million members in the United States and close to 5 million globally.
My first paragraph.