Morning Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Water dripping, falling down a man-made fountain into
a pond below.
Listening to water running, rushing, evenly flowing
through my mind.
Bringing peaceful rhythms into my soul as I write and
enjoy nature blooming in colorful flowers around the
pond.
Trees waving gently in a morning breeze, welcoming me
into their environment happily.
Content to be here, at one with nature.

(10: 36 a.m. - 10/28/13)