Cool morning spit on bladed grass.
A thousand silky fingers tickling toes.
The strong scent of natures freshly cut hair.
Mans spiritual stomping ground toward inner peace.

Written/Submitted by Robert M. Hensel.

Early morning from my window
Treasure from my garden I saw
Diamonds on leaves it might be
Sparkling and sitting on the flowers like a bee
Roses are holding it so pretty
Tulips proudly displayed it like a statue of liberty
Precious gems as it appear
Warm sunshine make it disappear
I wish no warm sunshine daily
As the dew makes my garden lovely

This poem was written/submitted by Ency Bearis.