Curiously Wondering Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rushing forward, searching quietly through nature for a
reprieve from life as it is today.

Wanting to see so many things, noticing details even of
little things, like a dying leaf upon a branch of a tree.

Why is it dying when all others are living? What is the
reason, I wonder curiously to myself.

All of nature seems to be rendered speechless right now,
not even the birds are flying or singing their songs.

A penetrating silence, covering everything in sight.