Oceans dribble regrets,
so faint no one could hear,
a coast with so much depth,
absorbing salty tears.
Gray clouds cry and lament,
sadness writes on the sand.
Cold raindrops represent,
emotions hearts have banned
Swim through the rough waters,
migrating towards luck,
blessing every quarter,
where tough lessons once struck.
Form a revolution
guided by warm sunshine,
swords made of rose bushes,
butterfly army lines.
Greet a clear brighter dawn,
sorrows are laid to rest,
stronger boundaries drawn,
to conquer inner test.
Nature does her duty,
pollution soon refrains.
Earth maintains her beauty,
and provides life with gains.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Originally Published November 26, 2021