Unrestrained

Exhales while on vacation,
inner calm, sweet sensation.
An insightful book sits near,
“Free Forever”, printed clear.

Pages whisper, soft, profound,
of futures where peace is found,
between the steel, soil, and sky,
answers live where questions die.

Exhibit so, strange and grand,
weathered, worn, robotic hand.
Rests on grass as life takes flight,
butterflies in gentle light.

Wandered off, with eager eyes,
full of hope and great surprise.
Work of art, scarred with rough gears,
impressive through rusty years.

Metal and meadow, combined,
stir wonder deep in his mind.
Book and hand, together say,
freedom may bloom balanced ways.

Smiled at what his day had shown,
dreams where seeds of peace are sown.
Human thoughts and earth agree,
even machines should be free.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 300 August 4, 2025

This weeks prompt offered two picture options. This poem was inspired by both pictures. 💕