Climbing Trees Of Imagination Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Swinging through nature, feeling limbs and branches as
I hold onto them for moments while climbing trees of
imagination.

Leaves touching with purposes, feeling their textures
slide across my mind tangibly.

Tree trunks being held as I shimmy upwards into the
very foliage of their beauty.

Hiding within it while gazing up at patterns and symmetry
of delightful, joyful designs of nature, staring back at
me from their abodes.

Carefully watching, calculating processes that they
manifest quickly in succession.