Cups to hold sunshine,Color and dewWhat would my morning beWithout you?

One busy day I restedIn a small shopSipped a French SodaAt a round marble-topped cafe tableSweet and simple pink rosesIn a fluted silver vaseSang to meSmiled at meJoy, simple, sweet!God's hand in every placeGives me flowers.

Sweet confectionFrom sugar cane growingTall in summer heat,From groves of spreading trees,To my waiting mouth.Who imagined you?Who created your mix of butter, sugar, and pecans;Who boiled and stirred; Who beat and stirred and spooned you A puddle of wonderful sweetness?Praline