Tall tree so vast, it hugs the sky,
with branches that stretch low and high,
like arms that reach a higher place,
to touch the clouds then slow their pace.

Up high, a boy finds rest and peace,
a comfy branch offers release.
Strong trunk beneath, so firm and grand,
supports him high above the land.

Its roots a story, deep and old,
whispers the secrets nature holds.
In every curve, a silent song,
of time that moves, each day along.

Young man lies still, where daylight falls,
with dancing leaves great wisdom sprawls,
as his mind rests his spirit leaps,
above the world, half way to sleep.

Eyes semi-closed, he dreams away,
lush forrest hums as hours’ sway,
although the man is far from ground,
he feels pure love deeply profound.

Beautiful fortress made of wood,
where jaded souls capture their good,
a place where earth and sky entwine,
and life slows down, simply divine.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 282 March 31, 2025

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