Crazy Patterns Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking up and into human designs on this hospital,
liking how some are exactly the same except one is
open and the other is closed in.

Crazy patterns made by human beings, some trying to
make it a lighter atmosphere than other areas of this
hospital.

Liking too, the sun shining through and onto areas of
a creative process, the sun taking over control and
sending its rays in very unusual places in this world,
some much better than others.