As I look around, I love all that I see
I love the sight of white-petaled flowers blooming,
Their blossoms falling from the trees
The scent of oranges lifts my spirits each day
As I take the old drive home
Bright warm pigments speckle the landscape around me
All along the hilly country road
The budding flowers reflect the whole world around us
Springing up under the hand of the Lord
He has not left the world to turn like a clock
But reigns over it forevermore
--Zachary P., 9th-12th Grade