Last summer's drought Left fence lines shrouded in remainders,Reminders that All of us are like the grass,The grass withers and fades away.The glory of a man Is like a flowerThat withers in the sunAnd falls;But the word of our God Endures forever!

Sunshine turned to food.Vitamins and minerals.Nutrition wrapped in shapes and colors to draw usGod could have painted all veggies green, all red, all yellow.Yet he thought of purple eggplant, Red tomatoes, white cauliflower,Yellow squash, pink crowder peas.Orange pumpkins, red and green watermelons, Green broccoli and red cabbages.How grand, His hand In the garden.

Swirled against her robe of palest yellow silkQueen Okra lifts a scepter of garnetsThus from lowly beginningsBeauty and power came to reign inside the garden gate.