Beauty Replicating In Patterns Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

This evening waking up to music and rhythms of "rock me
momma", picking up spirits like nothing else ever does,

Reverberating tempos escalating feelings of delight, in-
creasing in measures of time, going way beyond lilting
country designs and into building blocks of rock and roll.

Steady and fast, taking this mind dancing into the night
with a splash of joy to take us all into forests and rivers
of beauty that's always being replicated in patterns.

Life and nature's puzzles finding avenues that can climb
and slide through landscapes of Divine sanctity, reaching
tops of mountains just to follow their rhythms.

Going down deep into creative juices that are rising fast-
er than ever, their temperatures going berserk at times,
giving energy to mind and intellect.