Finely Tuned Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to sounds of nature, wind blowing, leaves rustling
and birds singing, a beautiful orchestra of finely tuned and
perfect natures.

Soothing compositions being written into the atmosphere, no
one able to imitate or record notes unless attuned totally
to the myriad tones and sounds.

Coming through constantly, performing and giving a natural
high, allowing my soul to soar with the clouds, finding peace
within my being completely.