A poem I made on the plane ride to Arizona, my homestate.
Arizona, a place where the trails are winding
And the roads are straight.
A place where the mountains are pointed
And anything else is a hill.
Where sunlight kisses and
Rain brings a chorus of grateful nature.
Where clouds dance and the sky’s
Blue hue matches that of a well known stone.
Arizona has its own shade of green
and it means Life here in this desert.