A vast field offers pure hope,
nurses urgent need to cope.
Melodies in the warm breeze,
windmill rotates with pure ease.
Chirping birds sing as they fly,
rainbows cover light blue skies.
Messages echo the air,
wishes mend away all cares.
Nature trickles with glories,
pretty pictures paint stories.
Fireflies flutter all night,
so much beauty, divine sight.
Smilie to greet the silver moon,
How did this day pass so soon?
Yawn for sleep under star lights,
hear the wind sweep a goodnight.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Written in response to Crimson Creative Challenge # 213, hosted by Crispina Kemp