The sea opens its arms to me Hugging me by pulling me into its deep cool waters My head goes under The waves crash overhead I hug it back I swim deep To the bottom No rush to get air My feet feel the sandy bottom I swim back up To smell the crisp fresh salty breeze pass by me I see mossy rocks slipping under the waves Seagulls cry loudly for their friends I see bright neon-colored sea glass glittering in the sun I walk onto warm sand But the sea calls me back to play I can’t resist I run into its cool hug once again Annie Rudisill,11Ann Arbor, Michigan
Poetry-Nature
Watching
I lie on the grass, My back on the soft earth, Wind quietly whistling Through the tall oak behind me I watch the sky And as the clock spins The sky does also, The clouds passing through On their way To the rest of the world Gently waving their shape-shifting fingers And floating away The sun finishes its continual arch And shows off its silent brilliance as it Prepares to slip below the horizon Its light piecing the rainbow on the blue canvas sky Like an enormous jigsaw that Just like the clouds Shifts every day, then fades to blue A deep, restful blue held back by the tiny pinpoint stars That emerge from their day of sleep And wink at the last of the sun Then turn respectfully again towards the moon Their moon. Their hushed lullaby a soft glimmer As the moon holds itself with such posture, Such presence. Carrying out its midnight duty. And as I breathe it in, I feel like one of them. Goodnight, I whisper to them. And I truly am happy to be alive. Laine Bruzek, 12Wheaton, Illinois
But Still It Waits
A tree Waiting Standing high, drinking water Through its mighty roots Near a river Shimmering blue As smooth as glass It watches the leaves fall And quickly swept away by the river Swept far, far away But still it waits Its branches blow gently Back and forth A fish jumps out of the water Glistening in the sun The tree wonders What it is like underwater? But still it waits The tree hears birds flying Near its branches Taunting it By flying far away And coming back The tree wants to explore Wants to see the world around But still it waits It is now afternoon And the tree looks around It sees the beauty of what is around it It longs to see what is down the river Or over the mountain But still it waits Nicholas Bonavolonta, 12Oakland, California
