Essence Of Prose And Rhythm Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gently moving to slower beats of rhythms that are almost boring
this mind and intellect, exposing exercises that rhythms go
through when going up and down chords.

Looking for the wonder and curiosity that's now being hidden
from sight, allocating certain tempos, notes, tones to lines
of prose daily.

Never wondering at all where ideas, concepts, tempos are going
to come from, just totally enjoying it flowing into every corner
and thought in life.