Nature's Beauty Pageant Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Trees of all sizes and shapes, standing in lines, being
in nature's beauty pageants unknown to people on earth.

Tall and slender, bent and fragile, sturdy and stout,
all of them having branches outstretched, leaves being
held in each of their hands, delicately and carefully.

Winds whistling, whispering silently across the surface
of this earth, silently clapping for it's favorites.

A wonderful and beautiful pageant where each one of them
becomes the winner and stands, reaching toward heaven,
praising God all the rest of their lives.