By Katie Brooks Boone, Class of 2014

All’s quiet in the place of perfect peace,
Fresh dew atop the sunflower faces-
The drops like diamonds shimmer in the light.​
Young beams of light peer through the tow’ring trees.
Birds sing sweet melody as morning dawns.
Nature sings hallelujah to His name
The mother of mankind stirs to the dawn,
Perfect in beauty she lays in soft grass.
Parents of mankind, perfect harmony.
Hand in hand, touching innocence they go,
Unaware deception lurks in hiding.

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