Dawn Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to the sounds tripping everywhere, watching
time peeling away the bark of indecision.

Gently shaking leafy hands in all directions, looking
toward the shadows, hiding deep within the recesses
of future's minds.

Ideas hidden, thoughts hovering just inside the black
haze, unknowingly waiting for their times to shine in
brightest light.

Stones being thrown, falling wherever they land, the
dawning of life has only just begun, conceived in
love.