Listening To Flowers Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Traipsing through gardens of imagination, listening to
flowers and their aromas filling the atmosphere, their
petals reaching out, wanting to be touched.

Loving to be felt, touching nourishes them at the same
time although most never realize it, light breezes
brushing their hair out of their little eyes and faces.

Strengthening them through photosynthesis, nourishing
every particle so they can continue to grow and be seen
by us as we pass by.

Touching our minds with their beauty, creating memories
for each of us to think about sometime in the future
when we are unable to do much of anything else in life.