Florescent Beauty Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hiding in the florescent beauty of nature as morning is awakened
by the sun rising slowly, majestically over the eastern horizon.

Calculating the energy of what is going to come about as we all
continue living in experiences of each moment, never knowing
what to expect as we awaken from a sound sleep.

Going to work, school or out into the world to create something
brand new, or perhaps develop some great invention that will
help all of mankind.