Regaling life and nature in many poems,
always being one with nature, because
those of human nature don't understand
what I do.
Folding myself into a cocoon, feeling
nature hold me closely, loving me for
who I am.
At least I have this to keep me going
on a daily basis.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/folding-self/
