Escape to Talaingod

 

From the city's heat, where buildings rise,

We chase the road beneath open skies.

Leaving behind the concrete maze,

For mountain air and misty days.

The tires hum a wandering tune,

As valleys dance beneath the hazy sun at noon.

Rolling hills in emerald hues,

A painter's dream in misty blues.

The cold breeze whispers through the trees,

A lullaby of tranquil ease.

Forest cover, deep and wide,

Cradles us in nature's pride.

Wildflowers bloom, their colors bright,

Scattered like stars in golden light.

Rivers weave through earth so free,

Singing songs of destiny.

Here, where time slows to a sigh,

We breathe, we laugh, we touch the sky.

Talaingod calls -- soft yet strong,

A home in nature, where hearts belong.

Poetry Prompt: 

Sherry's prompt "Landscapes" at What's Going On?

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