Nature's Rocky Ways Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

High upon a rock, jutting out over the water, breezes blow gently across my face and arms.
Water is rapidly rushing, racing over and around the many rocks in it's path.
Branches swaying, leaves moving, nature waving good-bye.
Looking down atop the water, nothing can be seen but muddy water - little twigs are swirlingly doing the ballet.
Under the shade of trees along the river's bank, the water becomes a brown mirror reflecting trees and skies within it's grasp.
All around are mountains full of trees reaching to the heavens while looking down at me.
Rocks lay scattered everywhere - some sparkling like diamonds under the noon-day sun.
There are many rocks lying on their backs beneath the water - tanning themselves - gathering warmth while they can.
Because when night-time falls, so does the cold - and they will freeze until the morrow.
Trails leading everywhere - haphazardly disappearing and coming into view while walking on them.
Quietly, I sit and notice everything - become still inside and out - watching nature rest and play around me.