I. The Hypothesis about Life (Science)

In life, there’s a cycle of growth,

It’s a journey we’re all in, from condensation to precipitation,

From nitrogen fixation to denitrification,

From carbon dioxide to oxygen,

In the world of biology, life is a mere cell,

And as we continue, our cells split apart,

Creating new cells but with the same number of chromosomes,

Gathering as one in the nucleus.

In the vast field of space, life goes by so quickly,

Separated from others like an apogee,

Squinting to find nebulas in a beautiful constellation,

Too scared to go near the corona,

Dancing just around the event horizon,

And once in a while, a supernova appears.

Like physics, life tries to accelerate,

But ending up succumbing to fission in the end,

Ending up succumbing to friction at the end of the day,

Displaying inertia,

Resisting to change but eventually succumbing to motion.

But like the laws of chemistry, life can be unpredictable,

A dangerous mix of happiness and cruelty,

But we keep moving forward with hope,

Looking for the right atoms and electrons,

Hoping for the right chemical reactions.

So we are in the stage of hypothesis,

Expected to make an inference,

But unable to make one without a proper observation,

So life cannot be completely empirical.

II. The Solution to my X (Math)

In math, I can calculate,

The lengths,

The angles,

And the graphs,

But you somehow defy a logic and reason,

A feeling that’s beyond directness and answers.

And yet,

Here I am with a divided heart,

Which is not as easy as four divided by two,

Between the laws of my mind and the emotions I’ve set fire,

For you’re not the X I’m supposed to calculate.

Like a variable that’s undefined,

My feelings for X is greater than Y,

Why are you a problem I need to solve,

But a perfect match,

A formula that cannot deny,

This love like a function,

Ever-changing but always in motion,

A love like a growing exponential function,

The only way up is indicated with a parabola,

A love equation that I can't forget,

Just like the famous quadratic formula,

-b + or - the square root of b squared 4ac over 2a.

Although we are in different planes,

Different coordinates,

Different sets,

In this world full of numbers and equations,

You’re a solution,

The solution to my X and Y.

III. Friendship in the Annals of History (Social Studies)

In the annals of history, 

There are tales of new and old,

Of friendships that grew,

From the fields of battle,

To the beauty of tales untold,

Friendship has been there through every century.

We speak of the bond between Damon and Pythias,

A friendship that stood strong,

Even in the moments of sadness in Greece,

And their tales of friendship still ring loud and clear.

The great Roman man, Cicero, spoke of his dear friend,

Atticus, whose love and support knew no end,

Their letters indicate their friendship,

A friendship that shone bright forever and ever.

In the Renaissance, the artist Michelangelo,

Had a friend in Vittoria Colonna,

A friendship that is beautiful beyond anything else.

And in the modern times, we have witnessed the bonds,

Of friends like Martin Luther King and Ralph Abernathy,

They marched side by side, in the name of justice,

Their friendship is a bold statement to the power of release.

In the annals of history,

Friendships stand tall,

A testament to the human heart,

Through every day and night,

Their legacy is a reminder that friendship forever secures.

IV. Words of School (Language Arts)

In the world of language,

There are words that we use,

In the world of learning,

There’s a place we go,

A story that just unfolds and has just begun.

Like the plot of a novel, our school years unfold,

Chapters filled with lessons, new stories untold,

Each year is a new adventure,

With challenges to face.

Metaphors describe our school days,

Like a journey through a maze,

We face obstacles day by day.

But we jump through them each way.

Similes help us compare our school to a garden,

Where knowledge is planted, and learning takes root and hardens,

Our teachers are the gardeners,

And we are the blossoming flowers.

And there are the words we use to express,

The memories we take,

And the friendships we make.

In the world of learning, our school is a canvas,

A work of art that grows with each passing campus,

And although our time here might come to an end,

Our school years will forever be with us,

As we continue to stroke the canvas with paint.

V. Violin Strings (Orchestra)

The strings on my sweet, precious violin are G, D, A, and E,

The strings that vibrate ever so clearly on my violin,

To me, they stand for Genuine, Dare, Allegiant, and Ebullient,

The G string is the lowest string,

It supports the other sounds,

The D string’s vibration is rich and steady,

it also plays a big role reminding you of the night sky as you play,

making wondrous sounds,

The A string is sweet and pure,

There is no mistaking that sound of vibration mixed with sticky, sweet honey,

It’s pure without any covers,

just pure sound echoing off the walls,

The E string is the highest pitch in the violin strings,

It tops it all off,

like a cherry on the top,

finishing the last touches,

to make the music sound beautiful,

All of those strings are equally great but in different ways,

they all harmonize together,

creating something much more.