A POEM WITH VIVID IMAGERY THAT DOESN'T RHYME

A river flows through the valley.

Its water is crystal clear.

The sun shines brightly above.

And the sky is blue and near.

 

The trees sway in the breeze.

Their leaves rustling in the wind,

Birds chirp and sing their songs.

As the day comes to an end,

 

The mountains stand tall and proud.

Their peaks are covered in snow.

A sight to behold for all,

As the river continues to flow.

 

The stars twinkle in the night sky.

A sight that's truly divine,

As the moon casts its silver light,

In this world, that's truly mine.