Loving Mother Nature Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking out a window at Subway on Signal Butte in Mesa, seeing palm
trees standing tall and regal, looking down upon smaller trees tend-
ing to their heights.

Bushes and flowers all about in beds of dirt, making the place look
like a serene place to dine, a soft, placid breeze, blowing into the
hair of every tree, watching it blow about.

Thinking how funny it is, smiling interiorly to self, sun starting to
get lower in a sky of blue, rays trying to capture the beauty of an-
other coming sunset.

Birds coming to roost upon fences and trees, preparing for the moment it goes beyond the horizon and onto another country just awakening
from a night of sleep.

Loving Mother Nature and the wonder of blessings she brings upon
this earth so naturally and effortlessly throughout our entire lives here on earth.