Nature's Innocent Games Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Night is coming soon, needing to see everything in the daylight,
brilliant, solitary and unblemished, walking into the forest,
climbing a mountain or sitting in a boat.

Making ripples on the surface of the water, smiling within, know-
ing that I could have such gentle power over nature, loving how
nature plays and lets me in on it's innocent games.

What a lovely life this is on earth, being touched by the
tender and gentle love of God through nature and at times
humanity, loving it so much all through this life.