As earth awakens with a roar,
its molten heart begins to pour.
Volcanic forces, fierce and wild,
a warning from creation’s child.
Red rivers carve the darkened stone,
as smoke ascends, time stands alone.
A force so vast, it makes life small,
and yet, we paint upon a wall.
In Berlin’s breath, a mural speaks,
of future paths and wiser peaks.
Colorful clash on concrete past,
a dream for change that’s built to last.
What nature burns, we must defend,
what walls divide, we have to mend.
For every flame that splits the night,
there is a voice that sparks bright light.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 310 October 13 , 2025
This weeks prompt offered two picture options. This poem was inspired by both pictures. 💕