Sometimes I look at the world,
And think,
Wow.

What have we done
To this beautiful sphere
Of life and vibrancy?

We have reduced to a burning wreck
Where war rages
And crimes are commited
And nature is destroyed.

You say, that's harsh.
Do you know what's harsh?
A football field of trees gone
Every second.
Every minute.
Every DAY.

People crying when they know
Someone they love
Will never come home.

People who steal and snatch,
Most of them have to because, otherwise
They'll starve.

That's harsh.

This year,
Whenever I shed a tear,
She was there.

This year,
Whenever I had a problem,
She would fix it.

They would ALL help me fix it,
But her especially.

I know I've been ignoring her a little,
And I'm sorry.

She is:
The Math-Problem Helper
The Best Hugger
The Super-Friend
Always There.

I'm sorry about all our fights.
I'm sorry I made you cry.
And to be honest,
If you disappeared,
I'd probably fall apart!

So, thank you, best friend.
I hope you know who you are,
You are...
Miss Poem Extrodinaire.

L'hiver est tres beaux
Je joue dans la nouvelle neige
La neige est tres froide!

Translation in English (please note that the translation may not pay attention to the haiku rules, like the five-seven-five syllablles rule):

The winter is very beautiful
I play in the new snow
The snow is very cold!

"I am alone,
my hopes drift past,
I want to moan, 
I wish It'd happen fast"

That was a story,
happening years ago,
now I am proud full of glory,
i hope I'll never again feel low.

REALLY?

Does it have to be today?
Does it have to be the day,
the last day of school before x-mas,
when I have all these bags?

Does it have to be today?
Does it have to be the day,
where I'm supposed to have fun and play,
the day that you're not here?

Does it have to be today?
Does it have to be the day,
where it rains like crazy,
where I get soaked and lazy.

Does it have to be today,
Does it have to be the day,
where I'm pretending to be happy,
when inside I feel sad, lost, loneley.