Nature Beckoning Silently Through Sight Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Nature beckoning silently through sight, wanting to be
explained and given recognition throughout life, aiming
for the best in humanity.

Sometimes seeing it, other times it seems to be non-
existent, relying on the purpose and destiny held
closely within this soul.

Saving, then treasuring its purpose, hoping to always
be vibrant and lively like music of the Irish as they
dance their jigs in many celebrations of joy and cheer.