Collective Endeavor Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Branches hanging low, swaying to and fro outdoors, beckoning
the creativeness of intellect to find patterns and designs
throughout nature.

Applying them mathematically, creating equations to work with,
a collective endeavor between Mother Nature's beneficence and
intellect, creating poetry of tomorrow's inventions.

Filled with wonder at how nature grows, surrounding us, yet
silently continuing to do what it's meant to from the beginning
of time.

A mere poet writing of it's exquisite beauty, in awe of nature's
innate intelligence, matching it together with that of my own at
every opportunity.