Beautiful Granddaughter Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Little beauty, walking through nature's bountiful
treasures, learning about their senses and combining
them with hers.

Reaching out, touching scents of flowers with an
innate talent.

Smelling their textures above all else in life right
now.

Tasting their exquisite colors and hues of definition
quietly.

Hearing pliant growth come up out of the ground with
delicate sight, envisioning all of nature's spirit
through eyes of foresight and ingenuity.