The gardener tended to her garden after the spring rain came.
The gardener loves the fresh smell of her garden after the rain has come and gone.
She loves the touch of a soft, sweet red rose petal.
Her garden is her passion.

Under the covers of her bed with her flashlight on,
The high school student’s eyes speed across the pages of Hamlet with intrigue.
The fast flipping sound of a page turning, the sacred words of a book such as,
“To be, or not to be? That is the question.”
These are the things that are so precious to the young high school student.
Books are her passion.

The dancer soared through the air as her favorite song played.
As the music booms from her stereo, she smiles as she twists and twirls.
When she dances, sweat is dripping down her forehead, and her cheeks are flushed.
Music and dance are her passion.