Retiring Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Laid back, easily retiring in rhythms that sit back not really caring to be in the limelight, but sometimes it happens anyway because of the tones that match another's feelings.

Moving hearts and senses, matching them with tender eyes looking out into the atmosphere, watching as the sun sets on a western horizon.

Silently saying good night to all who are being mesmerized by its beautiful colors painted by God and spread across the sky above us.