Garden Invitation Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding into the center of turmoil, hoping to not be stung by it's hurtful stances.
Qualifying many trails of intellect, walking away into beautiful sunsets on my last documented day on earth.
Away from all the strife and peculiar notions of other people.
Wanting to always move into other spheres and dimensions, stationed on the other side of heaven's gates.
Then being invited to roam God's gardens at my leisure and enjoying it immensely.