Intellect's Playground Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Spirits lying down, resting from a long night of rhythmic
music playing in intellect's playground, having fun and
letting life be reciprocated from the inside out.

Flavors of an interior essence being so pure and untouch-
ed by any other human being, whiling away the hours as
mind and intellect reach for the beauty of another world.

Being introduced through music all through this blackened
night, a solemn yet energetic sphere of intellectual
development, mind wanting to be opened and refreshed
in the wonder of God, nature and humanity.