Soul Soaring Silently Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Whistling wind flowing through the tops of pine trees, a near-
by waterfall sparking imagination with it's whispering secrets
being emanated through sounds of water falling.

Flowing over boulders and rocks, creating an intense mood of
energy, lifting spirits, soaring this soul silently into an
atmosphere, invisible to the naked eye.

Seen by intellect through screens of photographic memories,
always left sitting in wonder and awe of what intellect can
do while listening to music.

Rhythms seeming to choose different areas of the brain,
stimulating pleasure centers along with different aspects
of it, awakening them to the astonishment of this mere poet.