Nature Speaking Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Nature speaking to me through it's quiet, silent
wonder, as I look about and find all manner of
beauty.

Moistened by morning dew, leaves shine brightly
as they sit around orange blossoms waking,
opening their eyes to a cloudy, sunless afternoon.

Rocks mounted on pebbles of ground, hardened by
many years of being parts of mountains, climbing
around.

Brown leaves scattered, lying on wet ground as
they watch people pass by.