Walking along forest trails, listening to the echoes of birds <br />and crickets, stepping on leaves, hearing them crackle beneath <br />my footsteps. <br /> <br />Slipping along under leaves of branches hanging over, touching <br />me affectionately with their absorbent love. <br /> <br />Giving an exceptional acceptance of logic and reason as I keep <br />to the interior intellect of my soul. <br /> <br />Excessive accumulation of my essence, gathered in it's prime, <br />all spread about in these, my senior years.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/accumulation-of-essence/
