Watching Beauty Dance Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Watching Beauty Dance
Plants standing where man placed them,
looking like a still life painting,
even though they are silently growing
right before us.
Watching their beauty dance in a gentle
breeze and noticing the sun softly
touching leaves, needles, bristles and
branches.
As they silently hang over a dirt ground
with boulders guarding it all, because
they're precious in God's eyes.
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