Imaginative Sphere Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Running into meadows and fields of imagination, creating
flowers along the way, colors of the rainbow being spread
around on blossoms growing out of it.

Birds flying about, singing, warbling, soothing this
mind with their quiet and beautiful melodies.

Continuing to run through this imaginative sphere of
my mind, grasping feelings of total confidence and an
independence.

A never-ending supply of energy being provided by
intellect's essence, never running low, always giving a
continual flow of peaceful endeavors throughout life.