Tomorrow’s Tree

Divine love stands
under a tree,
interlock hands,
forever free.

Excited bikes
hide in plain site,
when the clock strikes
escape the night.

Run far away
never look back,
create bright days
burn salty tracks.

Crochet heartbeats
playfully dance,
fresh air smells sweet
souls take a chance.

Daydreams cascade
until smiles shine,
stagnant tears fade
as hopes combine.

Peacefully shift,
to fill up voids.
Life is a gift,
to be enjoyed.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 203 September 11, 2023

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