Becomes black as death

Three miles away

Feel the strong smell.

It all starts with bonfires

That burns everything around

Where there were wildflowers.

Finally, the red hail

Turns out to be controlled

And left everything charred.

Afonso Piedade, Afonso Martins, Tomás Henriques

A symphony of colors, a trance

Nature’s beauty, a delightful place.

Over the hills, the wind blows

Whispering secrets, as it flows

A tranquil melody, the heart glows.

Beneath the skies, the birds sing

A chorus of joy, a harmonious ring

Nature’s symphony, an eternal spring.

Diogo Cardoso

Nature’s beauty shines right through

Trees stand tall, brooks babble by

World around us just looks to fly.

The sun rises warm in the East

Flowers bloom sweet scent released,

Birds chirp and sing their song

Breezes dance leaves all day long.

Mountains touch the endless sky

Rivers rush in valleys high,

Moon rises as the sun sets

Stars twinkle, a sight to get.

Nature’s beauty never dies

In every moment, she’ll surprise,

In this world, earth, and sky,

Her majesty will always apply.

Gabriel Mendes, Mariana, Jorge, Rodrigo Pinto

As beautiful as the flowers that surrounded her,

We can imagine everything when we’re over her,

Nature is so perfect like a baby.

She’s our mother who guides us.

The next morning, I contemplated nature once more,

With a wonderful smile and good mood meanwhile,

The environment called for help thus.

Nature needs us to change the world

There is still time to change it,

Pollution, hunger, and waste leave,

The world fragile and degraded.

For the love of her, let’s take care of her,

Yes, I miss you, yes, I accuse you because you did,

Get out! Go to the countryside, enjoy the sun,

And everything that nature has to offer.

Where giant pine trees pierce the sky;

A beauty spot where Nature smiled;

A fitting place to live and die.

Joaquim Neto

From the trees the daughters fall

On the way they remain

From heaven they favor

The birds they attract.

Fast animals are turtledoves

Your kingdom is animalia

For hunters it is a plus

One of the problems is that they are silly.

The river runs to the sea

With all the gloomy air

And makes the fish a win.

Never complain about the cold

The fish that are traveling

In the middle of the stream a door opened.

Afonso Simões

What do the ashes matter?

Now the most beautiful is gone.

The sun rises warm in the East

Flowers bloom sweet scent released,

Birds chirp and sing their song

Breezes dance leaves all day long.

What brought you the Summer?

The call of the night, the fire in the street,

Now you see only the glare,

That not even with smoke you can see the moon.

Bruno Silva, João Duque