Mariecar MendozaThe sun begins to rise
Its rays kiss the grass
Still asleep under dew blankets
The blankets melt away
The color comes alive
And moves in the wind
And rolls like the sea
A sea of temptation
Virgin maids luring one in
Into a world of ecstasy
Falling into the sea
Drowning in delight
Under the new dew blanket
One becomes trapped
But does not struggle
For this form of torture
Is what we live for.
– Ashley Elizabeth Navarrette
Animal science freshman