Envision a goal.
Wishes are already there,
waiting to come true.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Envision a goal.
Wishes are already there,
waiting to come true.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
The shiny sun
offers a hand,
entices me
into a dance.
The warmest ray
touches my face,
tattoos my skin
fills me with grace.
A happy tune
plays in the breeze,
moving the leaves
on swaying trees.
As wild winds sweep,
whistle and chime,
form perfect beats
that can stop time.
A stage of grass,
song without words,
just sprinkled rain,
and flapping birds.
The moisture dries
mild hues shine bright,
sun fades away
bringing moonlight.
– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy