Silent Games Of Fantasy Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wind blowing, making me smile while watching nature
playing, loving it's pure innocence and mischievous-
ness, having a way of leading me into their silent
games of fantasy through imagination.

Finding pathways through life in which to attune to
poetry, music melding and becoming one through classi-
cal music I continually am composing in life.

Placing feelings and emotions into notes, tempos and
rhythms, chances of beauty being fulfilled with every
one of them.

Companions in life, poetically giving me a sense of
freedom, being liberated fully from the pain and suff-
ering of life.