Silently grazing with the clouds, being gently, slowly <br />driven through the skies on solemn breezes. <br /> <br />Everywhere, vast expanses of extraordinary beauty lie <br />within reach, yet are not able to be touched except with <br />sight. <br /> <br />Looking over and seeing the depth of down, realizing how <br />extreme it is from the height of it. <br /> <br />Confined to a small space, no room to take a walk - but <br />skimming the skies in contented freedom, treasuring the <br />quiet stillness for a time.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quiet-stillness-2/
