Wind rushing through trees, rustling leaves, brushing gently
against my soul.
Stirring imagination to new heights, touching brilliantly
sparked ideas, creating them into reality.
All of this in one moment of quiet sight.
Listening to an inner soul's delight over things naturally
silent and becoming.

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-moment-of-quiet-sight/