Wind rushing through trees, rustling leaves, brushing gently <br />against my soul. <br />Stirring imagination to new heights, touching brilliantly <br />sparked ideas, creating them into reality. <br />All of this in one moment of quiet sight. <br />Listening to an inner soul's delight over things naturally <br />silent and becoming.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-moment-of-quiet-sight/
