Challenge 17

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Words: Wings, Rose, Leaf, Necklace, Dream
==1st Position: Prarthana Modi with 4 upvotes==
Nature's Plea
Blood is spilling
Like petals of rose
Falling from the sky above
I have a feeling
Strange but sound
To just hold onto the ground
Humanity lost
A day untold
Feeling uncontrolled
Deep in this icy frost
Can't see no green
The yellow leaf of fall seen
I had a dream
A dream to be
But now I see
That I can only scream
No one will hear my voice
Because it's their choice
No one is left
No one to hear me
But hear my plea
Because life is a test
Save me is all I ask
I don't want an oxygen mask
No more dark clouds
Just the sunshine
With the occasional drizzle twine
And the nature sounds
Make a necklace of people
Be the eagle
Standing strong and together
Soaring high forever 
Spread those wings
Wings of kindness
Wings of humanity
Lend a hand
And get back what used to be
==2nd Position: Chiron66 (Morgan) and Amethyst al Heatheritz13 both with 3 upvotes==
===Chiron66===
Dreams flow through the night
Like fireflies taking flight
Like leaves lost on the wind
And roses holding a wish
Memories in your mind
But they've all died
Can we go back?
Back to the past
I remember when it was easy
On a day that was breezy
The wind stole my thoughts
And I drifted away
In the roses red, I lay
Trying to find the words to say
It's no longer easy
And my necklace lost it's shine
And I'm blinded by the light
Sit here 'till night
And hope the dreams float by me
And then maybe I'll be able to see
Maybe I can just be
===Amethyst al Heatheritz13===
The petal of a rose
The leaf of a tree
The diamond of a necklace
All the things we could’ve been
Has a kind of beauty
Yet they refuses to believe
So our powers
Are caged inside
We shine, we hide, we lie
No room to stretch our wings
Lost the ability to dream
The blue sky out of reach
Life’s not a fantasy
Now they take away our wings
Tells us flying is a sin
We dream of diamond skies
They lock us in a mine
They try to make us normal
Supress talents, ruins potential
Ignores the
Emptiness in our eyes
We shine, we hide, we lie
==3rd Position: JayKitty76 with 2 upvotes==
For those who haven't watched Newsies (either version);
Seventeen-year-old Jack Kelly and fifteen-year-old Crutchie Morris (a cripple, hence the nickname) are newsboys in the heart of Manhattan, in 1899. During the course of the story, after the Manhattan newsboys launch a strike against Joseph Pulitzer, Crutchie is arrested and thrown into the Refuge, a brutal juvenile prison. By the end of the show, he's released. I like to think that this scene takes place shortly after the show ends, when the strike has been settled and there is finally some semblance of peace again.
“Please… no…” The sound of semi-coherent pleas broke the silence of the New York midnight. Jack’s eyes opened quickly as he tensed. A light sleeper, he had woken instantly, bracing himself for danger. “No… can’t go back…” 
Slowly Jack sat up, identifying the source of the sound now. Crutchie was being haunted by nightmares. It was the day after his release from the Refuge, but he had not yet shaken off the horrors. Jack stroked his hair.
“Crutchie, wake up…” Very slowly the younger boy’s eyes fluttered open. “It was just a dream…” Crutchie closed his eyes again, tears beginning to spill down his cheeks like silver leaf, flowing down his face and throat like a necklace. Jack had the sensation of being punched in the stomach; his little brother’s suffering was his own. He cradled Crutchie like a little boy, rocking him; he could feel Crutchie’s fragile, childlike body shaking. “Shh… it was just a dream…” Jack murmured. “Don’t cry…” Looking at him, helpless and terrified as a child, Jack fought back tears himself. He bent over Crutchie, holding him close, running work-callused hands over his tumbled red-gold hair. “I ain’t never letting you go back there,” Jack whispered. “You’re safe now… shh… shh…”
Slowly Crutchie’s trembling stopped. Tears shone in his wide blue eyes. Jack could feel him relaxing very gradually, his breath coming in soft shuddering catches as he obediently attempted to stop crying. Safe… safe… The word echoed sweetly around Crutchie’s mind, comforting like the love of a family. Jack’s gentle hands dried the tears from his face, tender with the cuts and bruises. Jack had never yet broken a promise to him. With one last deep breath Crutchie relaxed completely, his weight pitifully light in Jack’s arms. His eyes closed again, his trust placed fully in his faithful big brother. When his breathing slowed, the regularity peaceful, Jack knew he had fallen asleep again; he knew the road to recovery would be long, and not merely physical, but Jack was thankful he could always be there to comfort his little brother. He could only imagine what Crutchie had gone through, and while prison had damaged Jack’s own tough nature, he did not want to think what it had done to Crutchie’s innately gentle, innocent spirit.
Jack slid Crutchie down again onto the mattress. He lay there still, fast asleep, the expression in his face tranquil and free from pain. If anyone could have seen the two boys at that moment, they would have said that there was no mistaking the love in Jack’s eyes as he watched his friend. By day, Jack was tough, sarcastic, a poverty-hardened young man. But his eyes now told another story; they were tender, filled with gentleness and sacrifice.
In fifteen minutes both boys lay asleep again, side by side on the wings of the night, fifty feet up in the sky. The moon cast its silvery glow on their rosy faces, and as the sky lightened it chased away the last traces of the night, ushering in the coming dawn. Every day would be easier, full of new strength, and with Jack by his side, Crutchie would not only recover- he would thrive once more.
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