Calm waters stretch like glass below,
serenely flows where breezes go.
Reflections dance in soft disguise,
beneath the rainbow-painted skies.
A hush lies deep on waters wide,
so still they hold the evening’s pride.
The surface shimmers in delight,
a mirror catching fading night.
Tall single tree stands proud yet shy,
stretches all limbs, to sway up high,
against the sky, where colors stream,
a rainbow born from twilight’s dream.
Soft colors blend pink, gold, and blue,
a canvas brushed with evening hues.
Rose, indigo, and amber weave,
a view too lovely to believe.
Beyond, the mountains cast their shade,
as silent choirs serenade.
Strong shadows stretch, serene and long,
echoes whisper wise ancient songs.
Within this space, the world stands still,
no sound but wind, no thought but will.
A place where time and spirit meet,
a peaceful bite, tasty and sweet.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Moonwashed Weekly Challenge April 8, 2025
Prompt – Serenades
