Waterfall Whispers

In dawn’s first hush, a blush appears,
rose quartz skies dissolve inner fears.
Through petals soft in morning’s grace,
orchid winds begin scented chase.

Field of lavender dreams awake,
each dew drop glows on leaves and lakes.
Cascading luminescence glows,
celebrate mother nature’s flow.

Peonies blush, proud in a row,
sway gently where wild streams may go.
Sun, offers fingers dipped in light,
paints tales that make the trees shine bright.

Beneath a view of plum delight,
a scene of morning’s sweet insight.
Its song, a thread of tender truth,
magical beauty, simply smooth.

Fuchsia clouds drift up overhead,
where whispered wishes can be read.
Amazing hues build a cover,
form a dance that’s never over.

So let the earth in soft shades sing,
with warm violet colored rings.
For pink and purple softly blend,
joyful falls flow and never end.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge June 24, 2025
Prompt – Cascading luminescence / Celebrate/ Nature/ Beauty

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  1. Grace, your poem feels like a gentle breath of color—“sun, offers fingers dipped in light” especially struck me with its quiet magic. The whole piece flows like a pastel dreamscape.

    Much love,
    David

  2. This poem is a sensory and spiritual journey through the morning and its colors, a tribute to the eternal and healing flow of nature. It expresses peace, gratitude and a pure, almost childlike wonder at the world. Hugs, friend Grace.

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