I am not angel, but still try,
throughout bright days and gloomy nights.
If this world is all my eyes see,
then it was painted just for me.
Spray my words with gold dusty light,
understood through sound and insight.
Emotions sing whimsical tones,
so lucky ears can be atoned.
Miracles grow on solid ground,
all unknown answers swiftly found.
Every soul captures simple truths,
without the need for any proof.
Each new day is wrapped in pure joy,
adventures come with a flipped coin.
Pray perceptions keep this fresh view,
so my heart loves the life it drew.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy