Interior Energy Flowing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silent whispering breezes touching my mind, teasing me
by blowing my hair around my face.

Loving the fresh air it's providing, enjoying delight-
ful shade where I'm sitting.

Seeing the sun shining brightly and hotly out before me,
heating everything in it's way.

Leaving nothing to the breeze, that doesn't want to cool
down this hot, arid desert.

An interior energy flowing continually, giving pleasant
feelings of solace, keeping me cool while I write poetry.