Gallop like a prancer,
thirsty for a change,
search for a sound answer,
to this twisted game.
Listen to soft whispers,
carried by the breeze,
chant clear words of wisdom,
directed at me.
Old resentments fly free,
all lessons are prized,
Tired, lonely, sad tree,
thrilled from this surprise.
Fallen tears left behind,
as thunder and rain.
Greater stories will find,
adventures and gain.
No longer exhausted,
hydrated at last.
Happily supported,
all voids fill up fast.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Written in response to Crimson Creative Challenge # 214, hosted by Crispina Kemp