Up on a tree,
or in the sea,
flying so free,
like honey bees.
Floats all through town,
look all around,
like happy clowns,
removes sad frowns.
All that I am
seen as a scam,
maybe a ram,
or tender lamb.
But what is true,
always comes through,
creates new views,
filled with bright hues.
I am the all,
that never falls,
both big and small
blessings befall.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Originally Published on October 24, 2021