Another place,
another time,
presence so rare,
also divine,
searching around
watching time fly,
creating stars,
painting the sky.

So far away,
a different land,
colorful days,
spent counting sand,
heartbeats well set,
emotions ran,
formed destinies
within each hand.

A distinct season,
in a new world,
with many reasons
to dance and twirl,
the beaming sun
shimmers and swirls,
warms up the land,
brightness unfurls.

Delicate hues,
kiss infant eyes,
exposing truths,
that feel so wise.
Gifts of clear views
are then applied,
mystical dew,
form future shine

.- Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy