Breathing In The Essence Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rising, walking once again into the morning sun coming up
over the horizon, watching as the sky became lit up with
the beauty of another sunrise.

Altogether, seeming to welcome this mere poet back into
the fold of humanity, breathing in the essence of life as
heart, mind and intellect were awakened.

Cautiously being led down avenues of time, rallying in the
moment where this poetical rhythm came alive in order to
meet the day while writing poetry.