Life's Final Prize Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rightfully standing in the outdoors where rain will be
falling soon, looking forward to the drops that will
soon be falling.

Seeds of nurturing hiding within them feeling their way
into the sunlight, leading into forests of many beings,
lasting perceptions, taking cautionary facets to protect
interior souls.

Welcoming the unison that will often come, now on the
inside of another beginning, taking fires of desire and
leading them into greater portions of beauty that will
outlast anything else on this earth.

Bringing everything to fruition within this inner sphere
of tranquility, leaving nothing behind, starting engines
of rhythm's desires, lighting them with stars overhead,
never getting outshone by any neon lights in Las Vegas.

Nothing is amiss as life continues into another dimension
beginning to move forwardm as many aspects are being filled
to overflowing.

Sending plenty of beauty and silent serenity into pits of
inner being, never taking eyes off of the final prize of
life.