THE DANCE
THE TREES WALTZ,
AS THE WIND SINGS,
THE ORCHESTRA OF CRICKETS PLAY.
THE HIGH NOTE ENTERS THE MELODY.
THE GRASS RUSTLES,
THE FLOWERS PRANCE,
THROUGH THE MIDNIGHT LIGHT.
-Edward Suh
Friends
Friends are birds
and
you are their wings.
You help them soar
above the sky,
like families
you must work
together.
-Christine Liang
Flowers
Flowers
Yellow,
purple,
white.
Closing in the night.
Wind ruffling the petals.
Yet, remain firmer than metal.
These flowers take a shower many times.
But remain flowers totally fine.
-Jamie Chang
Beautiful Seashell Damaged
Twisted,
Swirled.
Like ice cream on top of a cone
The colors seem brown,
White
And
Gray.
Hardly looks like any color at all
Rough,
Crumbled,
Like an old sheet of paper.
Damaged,
Beaten,
By the whips of the ocean
The soul has been stolen,
But no matter how many whips.
The ocean can never steal
Its sound beauty.
-Gabrielle Lora