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