Recipe for a Foggy Morning: Amy Yee Boil water in a kettle Wait for light smoky steam to appear Take the fluffy steam Dip it in gray dye Add dashes of wind Cover the sun with thick smoke Build up the mist to weightless sprinkles Distant scenes gradually fade away Wake up Savor the morning
Spirits of the Land: Raul Cardenas I am the silent oak tree Always listening to the music of the forest Watching the day go by Providing protection to those who need it I am the insignificant blade of grass Constantly stepped on by careless people But am still here, standing tall and proud You can crush my leaves, but you can't crush my spirit I am the daring bird Soaring through clouds Until I land on a tree and rest Then I fly again into the heavens I am the native plant, originally here I try desperately to fight back against invaders But we fight a losing war Even if we are defeated, we will blossom again someday