Art and More
Sequioa
The Sequioa stretches into the sky.
- Molly
Teardrop
The Girl
There is a sad and lonely girl,
- Meghann
Not the highest,
But very high.
Tell me Tree,
What have you seen?
For here you are the forest queen.
How many fires through a smokey screen?
How many birds in your branches preen?
How many mammals, hearing keen?
How many shining dawns so clean?
How many snows, soft and velveteen?
For you're a thousand years old,
And I'm but thirteen.
Please tell me now, for I must know.
There are so many things that you could show
To those who would look through your sun and snow.
And there are so many things that you could tell,
To those who would only listen well.
- Robin
Living in her own small world.
She has no parents, no one to turn to.
A picture, that’s all, would have to do.
A frail child, so sickly and depressed,
Her story worse than all the rest.
Her biggest smile couldn’t hide the pain
That she tries to shield in vain.
A pain that has taunted her for fifteen years,
Brought her grief, and endless tears.
In the whole wide world there was no man
Who could relate or understand
The nightmare that makes a child scream in fright,
That haunts them in the dead of night
Maybe this force keeps her going strong,
The energy to last her whole life long.
Will she live her whole life in misery and woe?
No one will ever know…
