Genuine Nature Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Bicycling through my mind, watching beautiful scenery,
images and visions of my creativity, standing proudly
along subconscious avenues of talent.
Gently prodding, poking and pulling into another
dimension, my mind rejoices over all it has contemplated
and written in prose.
Wonderful feelings of confidence, self-worth and well-
being sprout into gardens of belonging and being in a
garden of Eden.
Beautiful images sating my spirit bring me to edges of
recollection where I can immerse myself into heavenly
pools of my soul's genuine nature.