Quiet Stillness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silently grazing with the clouds, being gently, slowly
driven through the skies on solemn breezes.

Everywhere, vast expanses of extraordinary beauty lie
within reach, yet are not able to be touched except with
sight.

Looking over and seeing the depth of down, realizing how
extreme it is from the height of it.

Confined to a small space, no room to take a walk - but
skimming the skies in contented freedom, treasuring the
quiet stillness for a time.