Not Being Taken For Granted Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rising horses of imagination down dusty trails through the desert, capturing scenery and images as they appear, teasing and tempting all the while.

Joining tempos of rhythms as they fall into symbols of freedom and fanciful decisions that need to be known and allowed to move through the world.

Never being taken for granted in this temporary life, loving the intense energy that spews forth in depths of tomorrow's visions.