Waking To Sounds Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waking to sounds of nature in imagination, hoping to
be calmed by their individual rhythms.
Somewhere along the way I've discovered that there
are many avenues to intellect and wisdom.
Following pathways eagerly into unknown territory,
fully realizing the importance of doing so.
Preparing the way, holding onto ideas as they openly
blossom to my mind's gentle touch.
Striving to keep up with the infinite aspects coming
and beginning into existence.
Contriving to blend all of it expectantly into a form
of esthetic knowledge, lengthening and widening into
volumes of literature as I suddenly take a turn and
find myself scientifically and mathematically in a
mire of calculations and formulas not seen or achieved
before.
Mixing together molten aluminum and concrete to
manufacture a new form of infinite variety and choice
to build homes and buildings with.
Strenuous calculation working to bring many more
abstractions into play with their opposites.
Simple formulas being invented to serve the purpose
of new materials to be formed and used in new ways to
help mankind in it's search of improving methods and
ideas for the better.