This free-verse is for my good friend  vinylwolf

Showing the beauty of a land distant to me, as well as its grace. He is a spectacular artist, so check him out...! I will post the poem here for those who cannot open the file:

The sun gleams through the sky and lands upon fields of golden grass swaying in the plains, the harboring protection of the trees amass the low cities of brush, protecting them from the ray’s blistering warmth. The rolling hills lavish with the scents of nature, piercing through the terrain with adamant boldness. The steady wind puffing against the plateaus, their brilliance as pillars swept throughout the countryside, resting upon the top, the sky, in all its glory. Sheathing in the midst, the clouds, alabaster as the wings of angels, froth o’er the land. Something as simple as the earth, red, flooding the basin and valley with it, hues of the fire burn inside of it as if it is one. Hues blaze out through the pure clouds, reflecting images of grace and intensity blasted over the outcrop of landscape. Harmony, the bringing together of everything, one, simplicity, it shines throughout the land coating everything in a layer of splendor and immaculacy. Never dulling, but as roaring in the arid tundra that seeps into every crevice and bears no shadows, for the shadows fail, disappear into radiance. Intertwining as the vines of peace and tranquility, proving its own worth and diligence as the view can stand as by itself. The rivers sing with careless tones as they creep throughout the domain, steering themselves down until they can go no longer, and blend with the massive azure ocean. A land of belonging, pride, and sheer beauty, it beckons for me, alas the swirls of desire cling to me as tendrils that bring me ever closer to its calling. The land in which I believe, the land in which I know, the land in which I love, this land, my home.