Exceptional Gifts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Losing nothing in the absence of material things, finding
so much more in nature and it's depths, that gifts given
are exceptional and I cannot want for anything more.

Scents and aromas of flowers and trees all around, beauty
of color as it encapsulates and gathers my essence into
theirs.

Allowing me to find a way into new chapters of poetical
literature along with new dimensions of analytical episodes
of ten-dimensional realms of heaven within.

Gifted beyond this life, gathering and anticipating the
essence of nature, as it continues to fall within, showing
all of it's glory in the rhythms of continued growth.

Always right within the passion of writing from morning
'til night, a constant repertoire that never ends during
every waking moment in this short and lonely life of
poverty.

Never wanting for anything except the continuation of this
genuine gift of nature by God, Himself.