Blossoming In Fields Of Nature Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Going forth into passages of rhythm as they flow from many
musician's instruments, capturing minds and hearts that
will never give up.

Always listening to the reverberations of melodies along
the way, as they grow into a deafening roar that brings
phases of rhythm together.

Never messing up any part of a total essence or spirit,
blossoming in the fields of nature now and then while
continuing to grow fruitionally.