Desert stretch where silence sings,
Joshua trees with twisted wings.
Shadows spread on golden sand,
morning spills across the land.
Sun climbs slow above dry hills,
warmth begins to chase off chills.
Beneath vast skies, wide and clear,
hearts awake without a fear.
Far off where the oceans sigh,
crystals gleam where shorelines lie.
Clouds hang low, the wind is cold,
up above heavy and bold.
Salty waves crash, then retreat,
ice frost shine, then take a seat.
Shimmery on Iceland’s shore,
nature rumbles, gray and sore.
Worlds apart, yet somehow near,
speak the same silence so clear.
Quiet lands, by nature’s care,
form two views with magics flare.
Bends in heat, or glows in frost,
distant sites, but never lost.
Though both reach, they always stay,
grace the earth in unique ways.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 298 July 21, 2025
This weeks prompt offered two picture options. This poem was inspired by both pictures. 💕