Sun rays chase shadows,
illuminating foot steps.
Bright start every day.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Sun rays chase shadows,
illuminating foot steps.
Bright start every day.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Hidden behind clouds.
Sunlight playing peek-a-boo.
Warm light sticks around.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
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