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

breathed life.

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.”

Free Verse Nature Unclassified Poetry

John Reyes View All →

"A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure." ~Charlie Chaplin

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