Silent is the cloudy sky,
Waiting on the world to rain.
But if the sun were to die,
It would bring us so much pain.

Beautiful are the crystal drops,
Parading on my window sill.
As I look outside my bedroom window,
It seems the world has become still.

Wildflower, oh wildflower,
How beautiful you are,
For you bloom all over
Though people see not
Petals but thorns.
For in all good,
There is a bad.
In all life there is death.
In ALL flowers,
Wild or not,
There is hope.

Refreshed is a
Pair of Pastel pink rain boots.
Bought after the long cold winter,
To enjoy the warm rainfall.
They bring the crisp air of spring
In their rubber squish!

Dear Teachers,
You expect so much out of children.
We have homework everyday.
Sometimes hours worth.
You want us to get involved.
Sports practices are typically 2 hours.
It is already 5 and there are 3 hours of homework.
It is now 8, I must eat dinner.
Now it's 9, I should shower.
Oh, it's 10, I should get to sleep.
Why can't I ever hangout with my friends?
School. Homework.
Love, Serena.

The thought of growing up,
Makes me hate life.
The thought of responsibilities,
Makes me want to puke.
The thought of paying bills,
Makes me want to cry.
The thought of working,
makes me really tired.
The thought of buying a house,
Makes me feel stressed.
The thought of going gray,
Makes me want my youth.
But in the end, my wild will no long
Be accepted from a not-child.

Spiders crawl with youth
Crisp air tastes like spring rain
Grass like dead leaves crunch