Landing On Clouds Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Low sounds issuing forth in time with a jumping, rocking rhythm.
Soaring into the atmosphere, nothing holding me to earthly boundaries and limits.
Feeling the intense freedom under me, taking off and landing on clouds as they swiftly fly by.
Soaking my being with effervescent beauty, bringing wisdom to fruition with every note being played through imagination's intellect.
Keeping step, never losing a beat, enjoying the sounds of a lifetime as they are played especially for my picturesque screens within.
Living quietly in an area of peaceful endeavors.