Holding Hands In A Nature-Loving Way Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking out into a miniature little forest by the
parking lot at the doctor's, yellow blossoms are
touching green trees.

Seeming to be holding hands in a nature-loving way,
shadows of yellow scattered under all the trees now
aligned in human patterns instead of our Creator's.

Trees so close, whispering secrets to one another,
that possibly only gentle breezes can hear, all of
them wavering in this morning.

One that will soon becoming an afternoon breeze,
nature being such a wonderful way to contemplate
God and His wonderful gifts given to each of us.