Being Noticed Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Dancing in morning sunshine, all of nature flows in rhythms
of it's own.

Never deviating from it's flights of fancy, nurturing and replenishing everything through the death of other entities
that have stopped growing for one reason or another.

Life carrying on like before, different flowers, plants,
trees, fauna now being noticed by poet's eyes and mind,
although never forgetting the ones that lived and flourished
before the new ones time began.