By Jayme Rodriguez

Threats slither between the cobblestones,
Silencing our desperate moans.

By Aiza Iqbal

Cool breeze blew through my hair,
Birds were wheeling above this cold layer.

By Bethany Scott-Donelan, age 11, New Zealand

There is a way of the world
We do not know of it
Nor how it came to be here
Nor why it continues to work here

By Aiza, age 13, Saudi Arabia

Let your imaginations soar
When you're feeling bored.
Grab a pen to scribble your ideas that have lit
In your mind, and then unleash your creative spirit.

By Midori Roungtakoun, age 11, California

It was the afternoon;
I saw a shadow
Looking like it was hugging the floor.

By Allison Stein, Editor-in-Chief

What if you let go
Of the fears that paralyze you?