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<\/a>Pitcher plants – Curren Ikhaml<\/p><\/div>\n
Listening, looking, and wondering Sundew – Alex Marks<\/p><\/div>\n I Wonder<\/strong> Pearled Crescent – Curren Ikhaml<\/p><\/div>\n The Wind Kinsey Anderson<\/p>\n Kissing Tree Nature is Calling Me Evie Kemper<\/em><\/p>\n Lake Superior Agate – Nolan Lee<\/p><\/div>\n When People Talk<\/strong> Sarah Coval<\/p>\n An eroded dead tree, still standing<\/em> Author unknown Curren Ikhaml<\/p><\/div>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Sixty teenagers ranging in age from 11 – 17 years old in the Northwoods. If you would like to be inspired and feel a burst of creative energy, read what is in the heart of these children. Listening, looking, and … Continue reading
\nBlades of tall grass reaches for my foot
\nAnd a gentle breeze ruffles by hair
\nMy spirit soars like the hawk gliding overhead
\nA fern beckons me, like nature\u2019s hand
\nAnd bird\u2019s nest called me into the woods
\nThe falling fog uplifts
\nA wonder to behold
\nMy life and perspective is forever changed<\/em>.
\nJackson Risser<\/p>\n<\/a>
\nWhere does nature come from?<\/em>
\nThis wonderful gift<\/em>
\nThe lakes, the birds, the flowers,<\/em>
\nAnd the great big cliffs<\/em>
\nWhere did the sun come from?<\/em>
\nShining bright in the sky<\/em>
\nWhat would we do without it?<\/em>
\nAnd what would we use for light?<\/em>
\nWhere did the rivers come from?<\/em>
\nWinding through the trees<\/em>
\nThe crystal clear water can<\/em>
\nGo up to your knees.<\/em>
\nWhere did the flowers come from?<\/em>
\nTheir petals bright with color<\/em>
\nAll these questions are making me wonder.<\/em>
\nListen to what nature has to hold<\/em>
\nYou\u2019ll find great beauty<\/em>
\nAnd stories to be told.
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\nKathryn Sherman<\/p>\n<\/a>
\n<\/strong>I move, I whisper, I wake<\/em>
\n I prompt light leaves and feathers to shake<\/em>
\n I create an end to make.<\/em>
\n A light breeze on your hand.<\/em>
\n For I am the wind<\/em>
\n I lull you to sleep with<\/em>
\n My soft little whimpers,<\/em>
\n And when the frost quakes<\/em>
\n I\u2019ll leave your bones to quiver.<\/em>
\n The rocks and the trees
\nAll know I am here.<\/em>
\n Their leaves adore clapping<\/em>
\n Whenever I\u2019m near.<\/em>
\n I am still the wind<\/em>
\n In case you\u2019ve forgotten.<\/em>
\n I bring rain clouds closer,<\/em>
\n Some calm and some rotten.<\/em>
\n So listen close, creature,
\nI can bring great wisdom.<\/em>
\n By parting such knowledge,<\/em>
\n You could kill a kingdom.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/a>
Catriona Ray<\/p><\/div>\n
\n<\/strong> Here on the mountain top<\/em>
\n In the peaceful breeze<\/em>
\nUpon a quiet rock <\/em>
\nAll I see to the left and to the right<\/em>
\nIs nature all around me.<\/em>
\nI feel safe, like I\u2019m meant to be here<\/em>
\nIt is as if nature is the other half of me.<\/em>
\n As I sat on my quiet rock,<\/em>
\nThe rest of the world seems to float away.<\/em>
\nI feel something I have never felt before<\/em>
\nIt is a dream too good to be true.<\/em>
\nI got up to leave,<\/em>
\nbut I felt nature calling me,<\/em>
\nso I said I would come back<\/em>
\nI will never leave, ever,<\/em>
\nbecause nature is always calling me.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/a>
\n<\/em>Step, step shhh\u2026.<\/em>
\nPlants don\u2019t sleep when people talk<\/em>
\nCrunch, crunch, shhhh.<\/em>
\nMice don\u2019t scurry when people talk<\/em>
\nCrack, crack, shhhh\u2026<\/em>
\nBirds don\u2019t sing when people talk<\/em>
\nClick, Click shhh\u2026<\/em>
\nWolves don\u2019t howl when people talk<\/em>
\nStep, Step.. shhh<\/em>
\nListen<\/em><\/p>\n<\/a>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n
\nHow did it die?<\/em>
\nDeer trails – almost invisible.<\/em>
\nSpittle bugs dripping off the leaves<\/em>
\nIndividual ecosystems hidden <\/em>
\nIn cracks of moss covered trees<\/em>
\nBeing alone in the woods is<\/em>
\nSo peaceful,<\/em>
\nNothing to worry about,<\/em>
\nNo one to impress.<\/em><\/p>\n
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