Quiet Watching Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking out of windows - watching nature flow by,
taking in it's beauty - full of God's love inside.
Standing on the brink of eternity, hoping to stay
a little longer to watch nature play.
Still - silent - quietly watching everything -
knowing soon, I'd no longer be able to watch or
participate in any way.
Longing already for a little more time -
finding there is none and I am led away.
Walking away from the windows, turning my eyes to
interior things.
Looking closer at important objects, leaving nature
to fend for herself.