Third Place Winner - Emma York

Connection by Emma York Wind whistles through the trees. I planted that tree. It is home to the sparrow, whose life and thoughts are found nestled in its high branches, connected to every life within the tree's imagination. The sparrow sings the rhythmn of life. Time passes, It is winter. Like the bird's song, hope and love have diminished. They can come back. Children hold that love, but grow and forget how connected we all are. So listen. We are all hands that must reach out and help each other.

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