Mexico Poem

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