Eyesores In Nature Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mountains reaching out to me through miles of landscapes, touching my soul with their majesty and beauty.
Blue skies, white clouds, floating across them, enhancing their splendor.
Gathering all greenery into my mind, feeling it's essence fill me with life from above.
Ignoring all the eyesores of houses and buildings marring the view on their majestic heights.
Not wanting to focus on their ugliness, instead, seeing only the beauty of my vision being shown to inspire me.