Nature Unfolding Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Melancholy melodies playing softly in the wind, taunting tears to
begin, yet not wanting to cry, holding them in instead, not want-
ing to waste a moment at all.

Wanting to see life and nature, searching moments of living quiet-
ly to see what's going on, watching with care as spiders spin their
webs, prairie dogs come out of their holes of hiding.

Squirrels scampering from one hole to another or up a tree, looking
to store nuts and seeds for storage, birds flying, spying food be-
low, diving to the ground to eat it.

Nature is always on the move it seems, their little unknown lives un-
folding right in front of these eyes, always enjoying their little
antics as they survive in this Arizona desert.