We visit where silence takes notes,
as lakes and mountains gently float,
a mirrored stillness, hushes skies,
branches above cause winds to sigh.
Someday, we’ll trade the city’s beat
for softer steps, grass on our feet,
a place where soul and nature meet,
as time slows down, each breath tastes sweet.
Clusters of houses by the shore,
with weathered wood, inviting doors.
One holds a turbine in its heart,
its gentle hum of rustic art.
Mountains stand high, still as a stone,
unmoving, yet never alone.
Peaks catch bright light, feel so alive,
teach how to rest, not just survive.
The leaves reach down dappled with grace,
to frame the lake, calm, endless space,
green and gold flicker with the breeze,
whisper sweet things, spirit at ease.
Peaceful at rest, nowhere to be,
drift with the clouds and dancing trees,
a brief escape, yet somehow planned,
held in this water colored land.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 285 April 21, 2025
