Tempos Gracing Heart And Soul Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Ivy growing in this being, touching upon innate talent
and expanding it more and more with every note.

Tempos rising and falling as they grace this heart and
soul with the innocence of childhood.

Tears of purity holding mind so closely and tenderly
throughout the night.

A perfect and sensuous feeling that can never be taken
away, a special beauty that never fades.

Gently cradling beings in forests of pine trees that
always give such pleasure, in the purity of yesterday,
today and tomorrow.