The ocean spits 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 across the waters,
migrating towards luck,
blessing every quarter,
where harmful lightning struck.
Form a revolution
lead by golden sunshine,
swords made of rose bushes,
armies of butterflies.
Greeting a brighter dawn,
impure acts laid to rest,
conquest lines that are drawn,
fighting for every breath.
Nature does her duty,
pollution is refrained.
Earth aims to save her beauty,
though time will not remain.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
“Form a revolution
lead by golden sunshine,
swords made of rose bushes,
armies of butterflies.”
This is stunning imagery! The entire poem speaks volumes. They say “Nature abhors a vacuum,” but I think nature would approve of a vacuum cleaner right about now.
Thanks so very much, Mike. I am so happy you liked it. I love the vacuum analogy and completely agree.💕
Wow, what a magical poem, Grace. This here, “Form a revolution
lead by golden sunshine,
swords made of rose bushes,
armies of butterflies.” Stunning. ❤️❤️
Your words make me smile, my friend. Thanks so much.💕
I’m glad this is so; smiling here too. You’re welcome, Grace. Always. ❤️❤️
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How beautifully you have penned down the nature’s wail and then rising up to recover it’s own nature❣️❣️❤️👌
I’m so happy you liked it. Thanks so much.💕❤️💕
What a timely reminder with beautiful imagery like.. absorbing salty tears.. and.. swords made of rose bushes. Very well written, Grace 😊💐💖
So glad you enjoyed, KK. Thanks so much.💕❤️💕
It was my pleasure 😊💖
This is just so beautiful!! Loved it ❤❤
Thank you so much.💕
This truly a magical poem, Grace…your wisdom…the imagery with crazy rhyming…the day you publish your book, do let me know! ✨❤️✨
Thanks so much for the kindness and motivation, my friend. I truly appreciate it.💕
You’re very welcome, dear Grace 💟
Beautiful words ❣️
Thank you so much.💕
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