The Sycamore
I am a shriveled, fibrous, waxy fiery, flame.
Burning eternally, absorbing the sun's radiant light.
I'm a solar panel but veiny and foot shaped.
A folded flat piece of fire.
By Rowan

The Broom
A long, smooth chipped handle, brush course and bent like long summer grass. 
Sitting in the corner silent, watchful, forgotten.

A broom is a soldier battling the dust.
It swept like wind blowing leaves from the path.

The stiff, bristled brush with a long arm cleared the floor like a tornado clearing everything in its path.
By Romy

Pinecone
I am strong, living all year long,
with my skin as strong as a coconut shell.
Like peanuts and hazelnuts shown above
But black like ink inside like blood.
Hanging on day by day, awaiting the day of my doom.
When I let go.
By Colin

Chestnut
His cute little head of cinnamon brown and brunette sharp lines
lie in the mossy pine shell that is stabbed with millions of honey, yellow spears
That protect it from any danger that nature provides.

He is a protector of the next generations, ready to do anything to protect its vital core.
His purpose is to provide the seed with protection, 
like an ancient samurai.
By Yura 

The Chestnut
A tiny porcupine, an orbicular bundle of barbs and points.
I tingle in your hand but may give you a nip with my shield of keens and spikes.

My shell used to be a shamrock and pear, but now it's corn and fawn and old battered sand.

But it still protects me from hungry creatures and human feet that stomp above me.

I rest within my bed, soft, unlike the outside,
lying in wait for when it's my time to come out of my cocoon
Ready to grow and thrive.
By Aurelia
 

Crystal
I'm as clear as raindrops, effortlessly glossy.
I'm a diligent, strong, serene woman of nature.
My skin clear, my angles perfectly refined 
as if I have all the knowledge of the world.
By Anna

Chestnut
Her petit little head is a cinnamon coil.
She says her bed is stable and sleek,
Yet she never speaks of her coat,
Which is as sore as a scorpion and as cold as a crime.
Yet she still laughs and smiles while she parachutes through the sky.
By Phoebe

As Clear as Water

      A crystal

As clear as water
Yet as frosty as ice.
Fluid and shiny
As a pearl of cotton candy.

With its rough and jagged edges
With its translucent glassy top
And its little spots of honey suckle yellow.

With my feelings of knowledge
With my essence of grace
With its rough yet smooth outside
But clear and tranquil centre.
By Sophia