By Sonia Birla, age 12, North Carolina

The leaf fell
Gently, gently,
Looking for its place
Slowly, slowly.

By Bret Glasser, age 7, New York

I hear the wind; it sounds like
WHOOSH
The wind pushed me over in the sand

By Alayna Cooper, age 12, Illinois

He wept;
He mourned;
He roared;
He howled.

By Victoria Krylova, Nonfiction Editor

At the crack of dawn
In the crevice of a tree

By Aaron Caro, age 16, California

A color that means trust
Blue, the color of heroes
Calling to the ocean
Dealing with sadness but also sincerity

By Eve Hickey, age 9, Michigan

Snow falls to the icy ground,
Cheering everyone around.
The happy moods are safe and sound
As winter shovels crash and pound.