Atmosphere Of Timely Demise Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wanting to climb the world's highest mountains, looking out
across vast deserts of Arizona.

Watching for footholds on the way up, holding on so as not
to fall from the steep sides that are being clung to.

Scenic views, looking down out at them, seeming to be looking
at ants working untiredly below.

All of life is contained in an atmosphere of timely demise,
taking only the most fascinating moments of antiquity and
placing them into photo albums of life.