True happiness is so unique.
What makes you strong,
can make me weak.
We take views in so distinctly.
Gardens for you,
mountains for me.
Your brazen ways, bring out my coy.
What makes you sad,
can bring me joy.
Dry long straight paths can lead my way.
Puddles and cracks,
can make you sway.
A laugh for you can bear my cry.
What makes both match,
tearful filled eyes.
Natural trees make me feel bright.
The greens you see,
may shade your light.
Clear blissfulness all hearts accept.
What makes pure smiles,
love and respect.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #158 October 31, 2022