Travesty Of The Times Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Miraculous and silent moments of life happen around us daily,
yet we rarely see them as we live, work and play, a travesty
of the times.

Not taking advantage of nature and all of it's attributes,
noticing their beauty, learning lessons of sublime importance
to our souls and spirits.

Rising into the heavens, nature fills us also with the purity
and innocence of life and it's precious moments here on earth,
colors being thrown about in wild gardens of flowers.

Aromas being swept across the sky, filled with scents of pine
trees being wafted in the wind, walking down winding paths
through the forest, following tracks of nature along the way.