Quiet Reserve Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Quietly, I adjoin nature and become a part of it's
contemplation while becoming a part of it altogether.
Craving it's necessity and serenity as it beautifully
addresses life in all it's glory, I calmly become
it's silent partner, achieving a purpose of oneness.
Allotting moments peacefully acquiesced in hallways of
yesterday's youthful expressions, with wonder and awe
of it's presence in everything I did to exist with it's
elements.
Soothing my soul as I gently touched it's quiet reserve
of joy, filling my soul with gentle prayer.