Fern Canyon Marisa Miranda Little red berry round as the bright yellow sun hanging all alone from the wall of green praying you don't fall in the light blue stream hiding in disguise pretending to be a fern to stay alive preventing people from eating you Squiggly thin vine built your home up high giving birth to a fruit adding a touch of color to keep in style remembered like a baby's first step A great big playground entertaining humans and their imaginations musical stream flowing throughout the whole canyon tall trees posing to be photographed rocks sleeping in the soil Sitting here today feeling like a character in a child's storybook wanting to come back to complete my adventure I discover how it is to live without the city life communicating to the careless world leave this beautiful place alone The Old Growth Maria Prieto-Romero Have you ever seen anything so powerful like the Redwoods The branches that touch the stormy clouds The missing pieces of the body that fire has destroyed but that didn't stop the Redwood from growing How from one majestic being another or a couple grow exact duplicates a trait humans wish to obtain How I try to hug this tree and find myself laughing for I thought I could handle a thousand-year old beauty No one can handle the old growth