A Poem: Arizona

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.

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