There’s a place where the river can be mistaken for a field.
Its green so pristine, that emeralds can be found every foot or meter.
When the wind blew, it would bend
the watery knolls in its wake.
I have never seen such clouds,
often mistaken for Dragon’s Breath.
Forming dense patches,
my imagination would taunt me
to reach for it.
The slopes never touched the sky,
as if they were unworthy for heaven.
It made the dangerous
faces seem so inviting.
There were no trees, but this place
Tucked away and untouched
by civilization, that is where I found my peace.
When my time comes
to move on from this life,
I would love to go there again;
to the cove I called, “Evergreen.”