Tending Gardens Of Thoughts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Living in a complacent period of time, feeling at home any-
where, always dividing attention between music and writing,
painting also whenever able to spare time from writing.

Sincere and watching as images continually flow into this
mind, tending to gardens of thoughts that never cease nor
end.

A delightful and enticing way to keep this mind healthy
and alert, focusing always on what's important in life,
thinking of beyond where death holds our lives.

In the end, not wishing to let go of life, being taken
into a land we know nothing of, but are expected to let
go and be taken without notice or agreeing to it happening.