I walk across the lush green terrain.
A rainbow sparkles after a brief rain.

I look up at the massive sky.
I marvel at its beauty and sigh.

Towering pine trees scatter against the hill.
Growing, growing, slowly they fulfill.

A gentle breeze whispers in my ear.
It reminds me silently that there is nothing to fear.

Birds chirp songs of happiness and delight.
Some take off and go into flight.

The clouds are little white cottonballs.
Seeming like they’re being held in place by walls.

Sunshine pours over the land and beyond.
Seeming to give Earth and life a bond.

There is a special magic to this land.
It is unnameable, and yet it is grand.

I actually like doing free-verse more than rhyming, but I’ve lost all my free-verse stuff. I wrote this for the poetry slam at my school that’s coming up.