Inconsequential Things Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A soft cool breeze caressed my mind, touching it ever so
gently, bringing tears to my eyes.

Loving nature and good things of life, marveling at the
beauty, the greatness in even small inconsequential things.

A blade of grass, a twig from a tree, the loveliness of a
flower lying open and vulnerable, filling us with peace of
mind.

An irresolute tale of nothing much else, except a simplicity
of thinking.

Ever so lightly, memories delicately playing and bringing thoughtfulness into a state of mind.

Everywhere, beauty lies, settling in my mind's eyes, filling
this being with it's peace, easing and calming my aching soul.