Dropping Blossoms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tantalizing aromas coming straight from heaven, dropping like
blossoms of nature into the essence of my mind.

Blossoming and nurturing in depths of intellect's imagination,
being covered entirely with vines of supplication and kept
hidden within gardens of educated and learned men.

Scientific formulas and inventions taking shape and being
written into planters for future cures and definitions, being
always taken into books of professors and scientists.

Nowhere reasons following in footsteps of outdated logic.