By Ruby, age 15
Is there meant to be science in art
Or an art in science fiction
Should I write with numbers?
Or let ink flow into description
Can there be a calm in knowing one
Not all, for none knows reality –
Why the flowers grow in sun
Or why fields welcome bee
Do I need to find the cell of a leaf?
To search for a meaning in existence
A meaning that is impossible to fit
Into scriptures or a definition of persistence
May I feel content with a planet
That needs no validation in being
Or why this species is capable of
discovering, destroying, fleeing
Let there be no reason why we love
Or why it creates that burn in our core
Why we never get bored of these poems
But are taught those about war –