Beneath The Tree Of Its Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking away, looking to nature and music to sooth this
interior spirit totally, watching a tree filled with
yellow blossoms.

Lithe, thin, branches tickling the atmosphere with their
fragile leaves, a small breeze, learning how to blow
things like its older sibling.

Some yellow blossoms go sailing into the air, landing so
gently upon the ground beneath the tree of its life, other
blossoms seemingly being flung into space, falling down
quickly, landing on the sidewalk.