[Jesa is a student at 826 Seattle. Poems originally appeared in “When a Sentence Ends in a Surprising Gazebo,” a collection of stories and poems from 826 Seattle Writing Workshops]

I see trees blowing in the breeze
I see mountains on hills
I hear waves crash and roar
I am here to see Earth doing its job
I am lying in the grass
I think I will do nothing for a long time
But listen to the breeze

2.

Writing and art are in your writing hand
Earth and magic are in your heart and brain
Power is in your feet

3.

I can be anything
I can fly like a magical pie
I can float like a boat
I can eat like a chimpanzee
I can sleep like a feather in the deep
I can say bye like a little fly

4.

The spring looks up at the moon
I look back
The stars twinkle at me
I twinkle back
The moon waves at me
I wave back
I close my eyes and dream about them