THREE YEARS AND FOUR SEASONS

Trees rustling and the late summer sun burning off excited energy

A forest of learners walking through nature-approved classrooms and hallways

Young buds, able to oversee new seeds but not the towering wise owls who guide them dearly

And the bold birds of paradise blowing in the warm wind of their intellectual phase

New students burrowing their roots into rocky crevices wherever they fit in

These young buds noticing that in their new environment quitting and not trying are both sins

The young buds, now peeking flowers, draw breath from the same sky as summer passes

Fall and its falling leaves expressing and surmising the near future of their careers

Then wintery snow falls, weighing down the peeking flowers’ petals because they wither fastest

They beg for the opportunity for the bathing sunlight to cleanse them of their tears

The young buds' roots were slightly receding due to isolation

From the cold storm with spreading snowflakes that could shake not only them but whole nations

Eventually the sun began to shine again, concocting a celebratory bloom for the flowers

In full bloom they wrap their roots of knowledge around their passions

And with their developed minds comes a waxing world-revolutionary power

They are prepared for the intimidating yet glorious task of speaking out and taking action

After the journey of learning it seems we’ve gotten more than just knowledge

I believe we as future high schoolers should not fear the challenges of high school and college

And now that middle school is officially through

I say good day and wish good luck to you