Nature's Spiritual Bouquet Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Quiet, silent desert lying in front of me, resting
leisurely, as wildlife roams across, tickling it at
times with gentle breezes.

Blowing plants and flowers gently on it's tender sur-
face, making it smile, joy filling nature all around
with delicate laughter.

Creating a beautiful model, a spiritual bouquet, with-
in this mere poet's mind, as it blossoms fully while
I write about it in this poem.

Trusting in the complacent attitude of Mother Nature,
allowing me to see every detail and hidden feeling
with an artistic and musically poetic mind.