By Amy Shin, age 11, Hong Kong

I wake up to the chanting sound of eomma (Mom) praying.
Sniffing, I smell the delicious scent of steaming red beans.

By Isela Moreno, age 12, California

A classroom is like a garden;
Our hopes become our sunshine.

By Victoria K., Nonfiction Editor

Green is moss blooming,
Tune of a wildflower,
Raindrops tingling,

By Amaris Janel Henderson, age 16, Texas

Sometimes,
I wait on my little
Sister to tell me what to do.

By Victoria Krylova, Nonfiction Editor

With flowers and embroidery
Bedecking the fabric, you sit on
A tablecloth, resting on the drapery.

By Victoria Krylova, Nonfiction Editor

Tiger bathing in the moonlight