This is a poem I wrote last year in Mexico. I need help with an end for it!
The mountains in the distance
are framed by pale grey skies
with hazy fog entwined between the peaks
The slopes are colored
with a dark green hue
obscured, with only a hint
of where they end
and where the rest begins
In the foreground trees are standing
further covering up the mountains
and their majesty
Birds are swooping
diving amongst the boughs
dancing
in a gentle breath of wind
The air is fresh, invigorating, cool
laced with smells that
drift from flowers
sweet
like honey on the wind
The sounds I hear are perhaps
the most enchanting aspect of them all
the soft whirring of insect wings
the wind rustling through the trees
the joyful calling of the birds
as they dance among the leaves
