Up on a tree
or in the sea,
flying so free,
like honey bees.

Floating through town,
look all around,
like happy clowns
removing frowns.

All that I am
seen as a scam,
maybe a ram,
or tender lamb.

But what is true
always comes through,
creating views
filled with bright hues.

I am the all
that never falls,
Both big and small
blessings befall.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy