Music Being Seen Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Quietly swaying in the breeze just like leaves upon
the trees, dancing in time with rhythms being played.
Having fun, elastically bouncing around, rhythms
running through my head as I watch everything that
can move in nature, dance with every ounce of energy
within their power.
Always a beautiful scene, music being seen as it is
played in unison with my heart and soul.
Gently sliding down breezeways, happily flitting in
the wind, tossing heads in tempos of movement.