Glass, translucent and clear, is carried by the water
In a serene serenade of ocean waves.
It is overlooked by the beaming rays of the mighty sun
Yet touched upon by the gleaming light.
But by nightfall in the luminous moon
It becomes a firefly, a lantern of the dark.
On the shores of the rising dark
The glass is deceived by the beguiling water,
Under the perceiving eyes of the moon
As it is consumed by the ravenous waves.
It is no longer a flickering but a dimming hope of light.
Drifting farther and farther until the horizon of the rising sun.
Drowning in the depths of despair the sun
Breaks the ceaseless dark
Liberating the glass, which glowed lantern light
It sparkled like a jewel, held by the hands of the water
And carried, coveted like a treasure, by the waves
Encased by the praising shells of the shore under the scornful moon.
For a moment it captured the attention of the moon
As it had transformed from dust to jewel, hot in the sun,
But in the harshest storm, the greatest waves
That crashed and crushed in the darkest dark,
It turned from a ruptured glass into a perfection of the water
Call a sea-glass - forever a wonderous light!
Cherishing the magnificent light
The glass admired the famous moon
For he has power over all, even water,
It is overridden by the majestic sun
Which defeats the dark
And brings the revealed waves.
The glass is tormented by the powerful waves
And glistens in the splendid light
Fighting off the evil dark
And battling with the vivid moon
Becoming, however, afraid of the honesty of the sun
It continues battling with the water.
The glass battles with the waters, tormenting waves,
It gets defeated in the sun, it's crushed party glitter in the light,
And when the moon rises, it weeps in the dark.
- Lili and Winter (Major course)
Growing Up
A seed of a wishing flower takes flight in the breeze
And makes her way towards the end of the river
Where the wind has taken all of her sisters.
She landed safely on a lily pad, being carried further and further from home
Where stood her weeping mother,
And overwhelming longing in her heart.
Beneath the vibrant red and black is a hidden, pounding heart.
As she spread her wings, she was pushed forward by the breeze,
And behind her sat an emotionless mother,
Who has seen so many daughters fly down to the river;
So many daughters who couldn't wait to leave her home.
All this ladybug wanted was to be just like her sisters.
Gazing into their watering eyes, this lizard looked at her sisters,
Realizing that the thought of leaving them broke her heart.
Conflicted by wanting to stay and protect, she knew that she had to leave the home.
Scurrying out from their humble abode, scales twitching in the bite of the winter breeze,
She remorsefully dragged her feet across the river.
Praying for a hint of warmth, she receives only a bitter glare from her mother.
Gently embracing her joey was the faithful mother.
The petrified joey was inexperienced, lacking brothers and sisters
And all she could remember was to stay by the river.
As her daughter was leaving her, empty was her pouch as was her heart.
Seeing the confidence in her mother's yes, the joey's were lifted and carried away by the breeze.
Away she hopped, the distance increasing between her and what would always be home.
The lioness struggled while pacing around her home,
Now at an age where she must replace the role of her mother.
Rippling through her honey fur blew Africa's strong breeze.
She watched her brother's stride alongside her father, yearning for companions, sisters.
Anger boiled in the blood, pumping from the heart
While she stared onto the other side; the one where lives are different, just across the river.
The long blonde hair floated in the clear river
And she lifted her head to see that loving face inside the window of her home.
She stared into her reflection, wanting nothing more than to be a big kid, feeling it in her heart.
She wanted to grow up already, much to the disagreement of her mother.
Who watched two blonde school concerts, graduations, and marriages; the blondes being her sisters.
The young girl wished to grow up and be that big kid, blowing on a wishing flower, seeds flying away in the breeze.
They will always be sisters, and no matter how far the breeze will take them,
They will always find their way back home to the river, their mother, their heart.
- Jiji and Kimberly (Major course)
Listen to the children;
Watch them as they play.
They frolic around in spastic dance
And suddenly they begin to laugh.
They are not yet worried about their future.
In this moment, they are truly happy.
Their liveliness makes others happy.
But the families of these young children
Shelter them from the future,
For when they grow up, they have less time to play,
And when they grow up, they don't always laugh.
But they push this aside and begin to dance.
The children are joined in their joyful dance,
Which makes them increasingly happy.
The people let loose a synchronized laugh.
The parents help the children
Think up games to play,
About which they'll reminisce in the future.
Yet still the parents are anxious about the future.
Will their kids still dance?
Will they have time to play?
Will they be happy?
The parents can think of nothing but their children.
They hope their children will always laugh.
The parents have less time to laugh,
For they have met their future.
But as they watch their children,
They remember their days of dance.
Seeing them so happy
Encourages them to play.
It's so important to play,
For playing makes you laugh,
And laughing makes you happy.
Can you imagine a future
Where there's no such thing as dance
And no more happy children?
To be happy, you must dance
And play with the children;
The future is brighter when you laugh.
- Kayla and Ali (Major course)
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