RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Knowing Little Lives - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Gazing upon many colored flowers, enjoying their
beauty as they sit steadily in a giant stone
Watching their dainty little petal faces looking
to the sun for sustenance and life.
Being nourished through nature and knowing that
their little lives are totally up to God, just
like my own is.
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