A higher presence
releases tears through nature.
Drops of reminders.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Droplets
Misty Wind
Who painted tears onto her face?
What made her turn away from grace?
Where did she run while still in place?
When did her slip become her pace?
Why is her mind caught up in space?
How can she find her own escape?
How did she build a sweet escape?
Why is her sweet song heard in space?
When was she tuned and synched to pace?
Where did she flow to find her place?
What did she carry to spread grace?
Who placed happy tears on her face?
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
United Colors
United representation
Natural born affiliation
Inspirational foundation
Quaintly blended coordination
Unique identification
Euphoric bright presentation
Continuous revelations
Offers hope and inspiration
Love does not knows moderation
Omnipotent motivation
Relaxation allocation
Serving all great preservation
Charisma lead integration
Ready without preparation
Enhancing all observations
Aesthetic appreciation
Tailored made specification
Ever felt exhilaration
Reveals inner liberation
Assuring strong affirmations
Inner growth and realizations
New found faith and aspiration
Beautiful collaboration
Outshining every sensation
Wishes become declarations
Sweetest gifts of variation
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Natural Hues
Different colors,
blended into perfection.
Brightening auras.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Scented
An orange blossom,
swiftly perfuming the breeze.
Kisses from nature.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Spin
Within a blink,
earth spins and goes.
As nature shrinks,
capital grows.
Nurturing dies,
drowning in time.
Hurricanes cry,
humans defy.
Here to just take,
no giving acts.
Infested lakes,
more signed contracts.
Corrupted system
to be deferred.
Earth is a victim,
with pleas unheard,
The honey bees,
fly just to flee.
Cut forest trees,
polluted breeze.
Lingering kill
connections fall.
The world stands still
as nature calls.
Absorbing light
and all sun rays.
Hold on for life
and better days.
Feel comfort in
this cozy dome.
As the world spins,
treat it like home.
– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy
Regret
When our world is gone,
it will be too late,
to respect earth’s laws
keeping nature great.
Cutting the forest,
drowning all the seas.
Tears left to flourish,
sadness swimming free.
Pretty dove of peace,
“I can’t see you now,
have you been released?
did you break your vow?”
Traveled from a realm
beyond the bright stars.
Presence overwhelms
then flies high and far.
A quivering earth,
broken by the quakes.
Excavate your worth,
do not give, just take.
My white dove of peace
has flown off too far,
not feeling at ease
fleeing from the scars.
Kids play in the dark,
hide and seek at night,
searching for a spark
a small hint of light.
We are in a gale,
trying to be right.
Balancing the scale
if we could unite.
My pure dove of peace,
finally returned,
curing apathy
so love is discerned.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Float
Distinctive beauty.
Navigating the calm stream.
Fragrant withered rose.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Preserve
Respecting nature
is naturally engrained,
into caring hearts.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Oblivious
Senseless acts occur
Nature cries engulfed in grief
Keep moving forward
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy