J_Kramer

When I think of the color green, I think of the trees behind my school. In kindergarten, when kids were cruel and words hurt more than sticks or stones, the trees were there.

Most likely to

Trip 

While sitting down

Most likely to

Speak

Without making a sound

Most likely to 

Laugh

So nobody cries

I scroll through the options

Endless rows

And rows

And rows

Of smileys

And animals

And faces

And people

And things.

I scroll through the multicolored hearts

The laughing faces

You may not understand

What it is

To look your future in the eye

And have it blink

To not know

If your rights

Will be your rights

Hello Fall, 

I see you outside my window, 

I pass you every day on our road. 

Do you know what secret life holds? 

Hello Fall, 

What happens when it starts to snow? 

Do you still find comfort 
In the way the leaves change 
Green to orange to red to green again?  
Do your clothes still smell like apples and spices?  
Do you still drink cider