I close my eyes and listen
buzzing bees, beeping birds,
water crashing & splashing
in the waterfall half hidden
by a high cliff.
I open my eyes and see
heaven-touching mountains
spreading their arms to the sea
where warm waves play
till the end of day.
I smell the air, smell the aroma
the woodsy, sassy scent
of freshly kissed earth
by raindrops dancing, stomping
& rocking to the beat of rain.
I feel the warmth of sun rays
soothing my bare feet,
the wind gently stroking
my body as I read
and an ant tickling me.
I taste the smoke scented air,
wisps of blue-grey smoke
curled, slowly rising
by the wind's hands from
the belly of the valley below.
The waving of summer grasses,
multicolored flowers froclicking,
they jumped out at me
laughing like children
wild & carefree.
Nothing could make me
go back to the city.
I'm done with living
in the concrete jungle
where life slowly withers.
- Author: rrodriguez ( Offline)
- Published: November 18th, 2017 21:15
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is written to highlight the beautiful San Cristobal Canyon at Barranquitas, P.R. This little town in the central mountains of Puerto Rico is where I'm from. I remember running the mountains and enjoying nature.
- Category: Nature
- Views: 23
Comments1
Thank you Diamond... much appreciated.
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