Forest by Ian McMullen, Morse SchoolThe forest grows in large, large valleys.
Spreading vegetation over the land.
Sprouting greenery whereever it grows.
A Stump in the Ground
by Jacob Rubin, Peabody School
Two hundred winters
The thick oak tree
Sparkles, dipped int he glass, with a powder of snow,
Proud of its own beauty.
Two hundred springs
New leaves give hope
For warm weather, new chances,
And many fresh starts.
Two hundred summers
Like its own forest of leaves
Noisy kids, barking dogs, afternoon nappers
Are welcome underneath.
Two hundred falls
A fire of oranges, reds, and yellows.
When they swirl down,
People think of the cold months ahead.
For two hundred dollars
Ther tree is hacked down.
Small change gained,
Great riches lost:
An ugly stump reminds us
A Web of Tree Blossoms
by Chloe Viner-McLellan, Kennedy School
I
Oh white blossom
with your loving petals
Your serene silence has been evaporated by the mist.
Your petals are woven dew drops
Your stem is the growth of reality.
Oh white blossom
Forever streaked with red
Hatred streaks of all that suffers.
Oh white blossom
with your loving petals
Stretch forward to hold me
Stretch outward to catch.
Oh white blossom
Have a heart.
Evaporated feelings
Of which I have no part.
II.
Oh white crown
Ceramic cream
Oh disabled shattered leaf
You are my king.
Full of utter distaste
Lacking a sign of motherness
Oh white crown
Your twists fall together to enchant me.
Oh white crown
Cover me with your beauty
Your silence, your care.
Drop me past reality
Past this earth
Oh white crown
Ceramic beauty.
III.
White dew drops hang from the trees
Like pearls on a woman's bosom.
bird chirps echo in the air
As if the organ pipes of god are echoed.
The grass smells sweet and loving
As if I'm wrapped in my mother's arms.
Intricate webs of nature
Blend together to enchant me
And hold me in a blanket
In the protective arms of my mother.
....IV.
The moon is as white as ivory.
It's shining and it's all I can see.
Little birds above nature's trees
Relfected by the stars.
A violent shatter
breaks the world.
I realize what I see
Is myself
Looking up at me.
The Girl And the Spring Tree
There once was a little girl
Who had a seed that looked like a pearl, It was smooth and shiny, and very tiny
She said to her Dad
"I've been very sad, I need something to make me glad "O.K." said her Dad "I won't let you be sad!"
He planted the seed, and it became a weed. Only to become a tree
The girl grew up and the tree was still there, and And the winter the tree was bare.
The girl grew old and wrinkled,
And the tree grew crinkled.
The girl passed away, But the the tree still stays To this very day.
by Mary Kate Kathleen Pedro
Trees, Trees everywhere.
What I Do they do.
They're always there, They wave their leaves in the air.
by Kenny Verlus
YEAH, I SURE DO LOVE TREES
THROUGH THE MEADOW AND OVER THE HILLS, THEY ROAM FREE.
MAKING THE AIR WE BREATHE REALLY CLEAN
AND WHAT WE SEE A BEAUTIIFUL SCENE
SO LET US WORK HAND IN HAND
ALL ACROSS THE LAND
TO HELP THESE WONDERFUL TREES.
AND I LOVE THE TREES IN THE BREEZE
AS I PASS AN ISLAND BY THE SEAS
I PAST BY IT EVERYDAY
THE TREE IS A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT BY THE BAY
PLEASE, GET ME MORE TREES.
BECAUSE I LOVE ALL TILE TREES.
