Oceans absolve regrets,
like music to sad ears,
a coast filled with great depth,
absorbs crystalized tears.
Gray clouds cry with lament,
sorrows imprint on sand,
cool raindrops represent,
emotions hearts have banned
Swim across the waters,
to migrate towards luck,
bless every last quarter,
hospitality struck.
Form a revolution
golden bright like sunshine,
swords made of rose bushes,
armies of butterflies.
Embrace a brand new dawn,
impure acts laid to rest,
strong boundaries are drawn,
fight hard for every breath.
Nature does her duty,
pollution is refrained,
Earth regains her beauty,
lush green views still remain.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Moonwashed Weekly Challenge January 23, 2024
Prompt – Hospitality
