down below where urban is sprawled. a poem

via Daily Prompt: Conjure

clouds                     breaking                         to a               new day of dawn

clear sky 

                                     peeks through

 

Our

MounTain

Majestic and grand a dew

uncovering the old man that legends slew

the forest rich in the green of native trees, their twisted trunks and epiphyte covered

they cover the rivers cooling the flow, ferns and mosses protection to grow

down below where urban is sprawled

where the grass glistens

and the traffic calls

is

ME

 

My attempt to conjure up a “view in words” to describe what my morning walk looks and feel like, this last month.

 

 

 

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