Silent Praises Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silent Praises



Stretched, all taut and straight, little tufts of leaves
sprout from it's shoulders.

Branches crossing over, touching one another, playing
mother nature's creation as a violin.

Sending beautiful silent praises up towards heaven.

Saturday, June 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: branches,heaven,leaves,mother,poem
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