The morning sky is blue and clear,
beneath it, branches reappear,
natural make up, brushed so light,
perfumed with grace, amazing sight.
Along the path where deep minds think,
full trees are dressed pretty in pink.
Blossoms blush shyly, soft and sweet,
a tender carpet for bare feet.
No painter blend, no art so fine,
no hand could craft such a design,
no pictures needed, no disguise,
just rosy branches, butterflies.
Nature’s cosmetics, gently spun,
shimmers beneath the morning sun.
Soft petals fall, velvety lace,
seasonal scents, magical space.
In every bloom, secrets are kept,
a day dream that is never swept,
with every flower, bright or meek,
the earth’s own beauty dares to speak.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Moonwashed Weekly Challenge May 06, 2025
Prompt – Use one or more words from Eugi’s poem
dressed in pretty pink
blossoms blush shyly
nature’s cosmetics
