Green Gatherings: Issue 2

Standing Trees

By: Lilia Lopez

We don’t judge a tree by its roots,

Or how far its branches go,

We’ll judge a tree by its fruits,

And if it’s willing to grow.

The forest is flooded with birds,

Looking for places to perch;

They all will follow the herds,

Decorating the prettiest of birch.

Swayed by the bickering wind,

Or snapped by the storm’s hound,

Trees, despite being bone thinned,

Still stand their identity’s ground.

Trees

By: Analise Guerrero

A Rose

By: Finley Ralston

A rose has thorns, it pricks

A tree has limbs, it breaks

A bird has wings, it pecks

A human has cords, it screams

Causing what I want to cause

More feeling than I could feel

Flourish

By: Lindsey Haase

Gathering in Greenery

By: Sophie Rodriguez

The green flowers blossoming

Sway with the wind gently

Along the way are more flowers

Painting the ground with more colors

Tall, pink flowers litter the ground

As well as the red flowers sprinkled all around

Tiny, yellow flowers shone through the colorful mist

Making the blue flowers almost missed

Purple flowers erupt in a hurry

But not to worry

The barren land has now transformed

Into a rainbow of greenery that has formed

The Moon and the Stars

By: Abigail Zorola

The nighttime sky, such a beautiful thing

The stars shine brightly as if someone sprinkled glitter

across the clouds and the moon is a flashlight that shines upon

those tiny speckles of magical dust, reflecting their light

down onto the earth, bringing a smile to our faces every time

we look up to see that beautiful sight

Field of Stars

By: Irene Sheerin

Praying on a Fiery Hill

By: Angelica Vasquez

Psalms of Creation and Will

By: Emma Marroquin

The mountains move, Oh God, when I ask upon your name with my full faith in you.

The wind dances around me as I watch your colorful world spin around me.

The animals have been calmed at the sight of your glorious presence.

Where my feet may fail, words will open up Heaven to see you.

If I do your will, I will become like the star in the sky at Your Son’s birth – a sure sign of your love.

Warm

By: Shayna Tang

Warm, it feels warm. Chest and hands feel so warm. Looking around to nothing. Pure dark. There’s the alarm clock, with its glowing green light, there’s the fan, that never seems to turn on, and there’s the blanket, soft and fluffy. Laying down. Smooth bedsheets and plush pillow. In bed, asleep, was asleep. Why so warm?

Thinking back, to the endless black of the mind. Behind eyes, seeing sheep. Behind nose, smelling grass and smoke. Behind ears, hearing shouts and nothing. There’s a man. He’s mad and happy. The sheep are scared. Wooden walls all around. Shiny long metal tube. Danger.

Much danger. A boom. Or a crack. Or a snap. Metal flies through the air. Chest is hit. Hands are over chest. Right in the middle. To the right of the heart. Warm soaks through. The red warmth spreading.

Eyes open to bedroom. Hands are over chest as before. Center of palm feels warm. Feel the pressure in the middle. Chest is hot. Only in one place. Where was shot. Feels hollow. Feels empty. Feels like a pole is through the middle. Breath slows. Eyes close. The warmth stays.

When It Is Green

By: Sophie Rodriguez

Doors are shutting all around

But what we long for is a different sound

Bring back the light and love we crave

Send it every day through an air hug or a passing wave

Laughter and joy is the hope we planted

But in this space in time our faith is enchanted

We must continue to unite to achieve common goals

As the green will grow again and renew our souls

Lizard on a Flower

By: Sofia Perez

Beautiful Nature

By: Syriah Bernal

Family

By: Alexandra Camarena

When you hear this word you think,

Sister, brother, mom, and dad.

But it’s so much more,

It’s the people who show up.

When you're stressed,

When you're happy,

Always.

We put labels on social expectations,

And for what?

Labels don’t matter,

The people you love matter.

People who love you.

Not just when you’re there for them,

But Always.

Wherever Life Plants You, Bloom with Grace

By: Sarah Doski

Surrounded by Love

By: Sophia Flores

Joined all together at the table even when things are rough.

Even when it seems that everything is against you and times are really tough.

Even when things don't seem so green you still all join together.

And it feels like spring, when things are all green and everything feels better.

Joined all together and for that moment you finally feel enough.

Perfect Day

By: Giavanna Garcia

Everglades Essence

By: Jai Nolen

The universe says we can

nature says we should

we only knew what we could

flowers blossoming in the field

daisies covering the boy's shield

bees chasing us around

not knowing their stumping ground is what we found

feet on the ground, soil so profound

richer than can be, the richest of them all

leaves and stems essentially 10ft tall

mother's soul and father's strength

we only touch an arm's length

we're better than the leaves and bushes that can't speak

we ask for the forest secrets and that we'll only take a peek.

but destroy the essence of nature's cry

to satisfy our greedy and ambiguous highs

thou nature we wouldn't be alive

without essence, there would be no thrive.

Changing Seasons

By: Jasmine Torres

As winter draws nearer

and the cold is now clearer,

the greens start to gather,

seeking warmth from each other.

The cool breeze kicks in,

the green hues changing lighter.

Searching for the warm sun,

unable to find her.

The plants wait for the sun

to claim her season of spring.

The weather keeps shifting until

it's finally time for the plants to sing.

Rainbow Drive

By: Vannessa Rios-Cruz

Bloom

By: Lindsey Haase

Shades of Green

By: Caoilinn Flinn

Green

is the color of growth,

a color of life and progress.

The best kind of togetherness is

Green:

awake, alive, balanced.

Green is the plant that you grew from a seed,

your first paycheck at a full time job,

And decorating a Christmas tree

Green means “go”

but it teaches us the importance of starting slow.

it shows us how to grow

or beginning again.

but Green is not forever

it comes

and it goes.

but it never leaves.

The Freedom of ME

By: Monabelle Elbayeh

I look into the sky of clouds

And see the white dreamy shapes that pierce that blue sphere

Watching as my dreamy clouds turned to sand

They flowed right back towards the ground

I turn away

The feet of the lion has looked to crawl at me

I say it again

Crawl at me!

I turn from it

Independent, I am now from it all

This is surely freedom

The lion like all else has its boundaries

So I will make my own

But I have left my lands covered in bugs

Bugs of casualties

It shows off defeat

But whose?

I look away

Sometimes I wonder

Is this freedom?

Surely I thought this must have been it

Independence

I look from it

Everyone has surely seen my destruction

And have seen the tears dropped on the concrete

The somber cries hallowing into the woods

The pains screeching homes

This time towards myself

I looked at ME

Selfish, is all I can see and…

Empty

In the mirror I thought I was free

But no, I lied to me

I have dropped all that is precious

In my pocket of holes

I turned...

Is this freedom?

I am now free of treasures

No jewels on me

Now it's just me

But He just had to look this way

He looked right through my facade

His eyes saw right through this core

And, and…

He didn’t look from it

Or turn from it

Or look away

Or turn away

He just…

Stayed

He picked me up

And called me by name

Found it!

This is freedom

He has freed me

This possessive I

This selfish I

And all He did

Was love me

And that is what conquered all

Love, not wit

Every part of this

Is called dependence

But I am not scared to depend on Him

Oxygen is but a small commodity compared to the air He gives

Water is but am extra when He is here

I am free!!

Free to finally breathe and dream

Dream of clouds that won’t hit the ground like a breeze

They just stay in His loving arms

I am free

So where shall I go

For He won

He won!

The War that I was fighting between me

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