Needed Rest

The moon lit night sky gently glows,
she sleeps where wild winds softly blow,
among the stones fantasies leap,
her body cradled in deep sleep.

Thick jagged rocks form a firm bed,
earth’s pillow holds her heavy head.
Deep dreams run lost through time and space,
reverie caught an endless place.

Within the rocks, there lies no strife,
but in it’s place lives endless life.
As soon as dawn begins to rise,
she wakes to hear soft inner cries.

Ancestors whisper ancient songs,
she slumbers where cold stones belong.
Woman in stone, peacefully still,
forever bound to nature’s will.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 278 March 03, 2025