Ideas Grow Like Wildflowers Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reaching towards another dimension in thought, having a
great time as ideas grow like wildflowers in my mind,
blossoming right out loud.

Touching upon the sacred and Divine, using it's power
to recite purity and innocence of childhood through
lines of poetry daily.

Wondering about life and it's possibilities, never ever
tiring of seeing it building within my mind, exciting
and thrilling me so pleasantly.

Stepping in and out of intellect and imagination, play-
ing hide and seek constantly with reality, having such
fun pretending that real things don't exist.