She climbs the steps with gentle care,
to where the arrows climb through stairs,
Colorful worlds faraway skies,
day dreams written where wonder lies.
The ocean hums as waves roll near,
a storm will come, it’s shadow clear.
She runs inside, the thunder sighs,
the house a shelter from gray skies.
Fresh raindrops scatter on the glass,
each bring soft whispers as they pass.
Big butterfly rests, still and shy,
is it within, or just nearby?
Between the storm and fragile wings,
she feels the world expand and sing.
Vacations fade, but moments stay,
sweet memories help lead the way.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 304 September 1, 2025
This weeks prompt offered two picture options. This poem was inspired by both pictures. 💕