Warmest Dance

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

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  1. Well penned!
    Reminds me of those good times in the park. Crowed to look into. Fewer worries & more enjoyment. Running towards home in order to avoid those tiny sparkles of rain.
    Perfect!

  2. Ah! I agree with Aaysid; beautiful imagery, conjuring so much beauty, mystery, and love. Just wonderful, Grace. I love this poem. โค๏ธโค๏ธ

  3. This is beyond beautiful, Grace! I really love it when you use your name somewhere in your poems, it feels a lot more special. Loved it โค

    1. Iโ€™m happy to hear that. I feel lucky to have the kind of name that can easily fall into many poems. Thanks for noticing.I appreciate you.๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ’•

  4. This is just beyond incredible, my dear Grace!!! What a stunning piece! The rhyming, the imagery, the soothing flow, the sweet message and the beauty through it all just blows me away. Your words danced in my heart ๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿค—

  5. Enjoyed the whole piece, I was particularly drawn in by these verses

    “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.”

    Rhythm, grace and vivid depiction. Takes talent to do all three at the same time.

    Beautifully written Grace.

  6. Both imagery and personification are at the best. A very beautiful poem on nature๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’–

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