Look around,
feeling alone.
Like a hound,
search for a bone.
Search the ground,
kick at a stone.
Not a sound,
or a slight tone.
Never found,
true friendship zone.
Trust is bound,
suspicion shown.
Turn around,
feel good alone.
Happy hound,
chews a new bone.
Higher ground,
no sticks or stones.
My own sound,
creates fine tones.
Looked then found,
a joyful zone.
Faith unbound,
inner light shown.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy