By Mara Fontana 

Pale feathers scatter to an endless droning

A rasping, hissing chatter in the woodland gloaming 

Unseen beaks snap, small talons rustle

And spread wings flap in a hidden tussle 

You hear their cries, scarcely catch a glimpse

Of brightened eyes turned to sharp black flints

Glittering and staring from a frozen canopy

Dark above you

You hear their screams changed to almost words

Forgotten dreams, maybe— as the swarming churns 

Which bird is it that’s right: the sign of death?

A raven of night, perhaps, or an albatross? Yet

Neither quite aligns with the songbird’s song

Littered beneath hoarse signs of longing

Echoed in every cry coming from a frozen canopy

That shakes above you

Blue jays, cardinals, red-winged blackbirds shrieking

Prey birds made admirals, frosted branches creaking

Under the weight of taloned feet swaying, shifting

Staring down, swooping down 

Bleakly seeking

You’re standing there

Under a canopy

That’s frozen and bare

And the cry of a chickadee 

Bids you beware

Beware the changing seasons, as fast as they flee

Feathers coated in the frost of May, the winter now rare

Spring had come early, and so they bid you beware

By Karlijn Spangenberg 

When reaching out for another with thorns

The storm hurts much more and the petals fall

As the stem grows weaker the petals fall and wither.

The rose had withered and the gardener came

He saw the rose withered in the dark.

Shifting the rose into the light the gardener was struck

A thorn cut deep but the gardener kept shifting

When the rose touched the new found light

Color filled it’s petals making the stem stronger

Light filled the withered rose as it grew strong

Soon it bloomed

New petals taking over the withered bud

Day by day…

By Maren Petersen

1. I hoped it would peak its head 

Above the ground

Ready for sunlight

 A hope to grow bigger

 Stronger

 But there I waited, sitting.

2. And then then it came

 It happened, It grew

 And day by day, and week by week

It got bigger and stronger

 And there and there, it grew bigger.

3. But another popped up

Odd peculiar

Peculiarly harmful things

I reached out, I plucked

But still, they came every day

I plucked and I picked.

4. And finally there standing

There a big tree sang

I did it I grew and I grew 

And there is nothing

Nothing the world 

Can do to bring me down!

By Karlee Warzecha

Nature is great

Everyday the sun has a story with its beaming glory

Song birds start to hurry and sing so sweet

Sweet like the summer heat

The wind blows like a howling wolf and whistles through the trees and green pastures

The waters sparkle and its creatures dance in freedom

Night falls and the animals begin to subside

The moon replaces the sun and begins to shine

Nature sparkles under its light

The wind continues to howl and the heat turns cold

The rain begins to pour and nature grows

Nature is alive in all and forever for everyone and every living thing

Nature is great

By:  Sophie Serandos

As the seasons change

From winter to spring,

The trees and flowers range. 

To big and little things, 

From seeds to flowers. 

They grow and grow

Then, April brings showers 

And May shows the beauty they stow.

With different colors and heights, 

Mother nature did her thing.

Presenting us with unforgettable sights, 

Leaving us to be thankful for the beauty of spring.

By Henry Jacobs

The Ocean is a Beautiful Place

However “Is” is in a time of great brace 

For the flourishing of life there 

Is becoming more and more bare

Plastics and other waste like a virus

Are making their way across the whole Ocean

We need to start treating the creatures living there like us

 For there can be no further delay in this motion.

We have the power to make the change

We have the finish line in range

Can we come together and stop ocean Pollution

Or will we keep treating this as “just an imagination”