Oakwood Comic Book Program - Oakwood Healthcare System

A Symphony of Bees
Camilla Herod
The basses begin with a low buzz while cellos glide
on arpeggios and glissandos.
Violas vibrate up and down on scales of sound.
Violins soar with virtuosic flair above the cacophony,
trill gracefully as they chase each other through the air.
The orchestra is a symphony of bees weaving
amongst the shimmering flowers
and shining leaves they have conjured
with the magic of music.
Acceptance Journey
Kathleen Puchala
Windy Weber
Age 6
Deena Baty
A Symphony of Bees
I am drifting through the deceit of my life
With shades of fire and frigid ice growing mundane spice
I gather Queen Anne’s lace camouflaging my naked face
Mustard yellow weeds try to choke and invade my space
The strong odd willow trees of my tangled youth
Are all but absent in my meaningless hour of truth
“Daddy, can you tell which one is mine?
I painted this for Grandma so she won’t be sad
When she goes back to the apartment.
This is her backyard, see? The one she used to have at her house.
Now she’ll have it always,
And she won’t have to remember.
Because I will show it to her
Every
Day”
The innocent paintings of Kindergarten days sneak back
As my thirst for creativity seems to lack
The frail flowers slither beyond the darkness of my soul
With visions of bees stinging and arousing my goals
Sponge soaked leaves scattered across the cobalt sky
Braided empty gaps of haze keep me wondering why
A symphony of spiritual maturity and grace
Sets me free to nourish and embrace my obtuse pace
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