Miniscule Little Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking alone, giving thought a myriad of subjects, rain falling gently upon me as I search for meaning in my miniscule little life.
Thriving on adventure and excitement, hoping to never give up either one as long as I live.
Rushing quietly, easily, through all trials sent my way, finding my path, going it alone, traveling through oceans and over mountains towards an eternity of musical scores written for posterity.