We give you Ms. Stouts winning poem:

HARVEST

Does the sun say to the earth

“I shall not shine for you

if the flowers you bring forth today

fade and die tomorrow”?

The sun is in love

with its own extravagant warmth.

It shines upon the earth

for the sheer joy of shining,

demanding nothing in return.

And so shall I pour my love on you,

with all the passion I possess.

I hold no expectation of fruits to come,

no attachments, no regrets.

I love you for no purpose

but the pure pleasure of loving.

Therein lies the harvest.