Sitting atop a gigantic mountain,
Lying in front of me are the great plains,
Nestled behind me is a quaint valley,
Up above I stare at the open sky,
And beside me flows a big blue river,
The trees around me rustle in the wind.

The only sound that remains is from the wind,
Nature is the lone sound on this mountain,
Downward flows the babbling, icy river,
Snaking its way down to the open plains,
Where the birds fly happily through the sky,
Making their homes in the quiet valley.

Untouched by the hands of man, this valley,
Sits disturbed only by the gentle winds,
Smiled upon by the sun and by the sky,
Rain falls frequently between the mountains,
Leaving them wet, unlike the dry plains,
Whose only hopes are for a full river.

A few brave souls have rafted this river,
But never have they found this big valley,
All they know are their cities on the plains,
Where they have no protection from the wind,
They are brave enough to climb this mountain,
They can only dream of the crystal sky.

Unpolluted by man, a perfect sky,
Matched in beauty only by the river,
Protected by the ominous mountain,
Lush, plentiful and green is this valley,
The flowers pollinated by the wind,
Completely the opposite of the plains.

Dry and desert-like are the lonely plains,
Trapped alone under an unforgiving sky,
Plagued by the anger and relentless wind,
Surviving only thanks to the river,
Not loved by the gods like this lush valley,
A happy valley, hidden by the mountains.

Nestled in the mountains it is hidden,
A lush valley above the wind-swept plains,
With a flowing river, under blue skies.

A/N: I'm not sure what the name of this form of poem is. But it was another one I wrote in a creative writing class. The assignment was to write a poem using 6 things (mine are obviously: river, sky, mountain, valley, wind, plains) and then use each to end each of the phrases in a specific pattern. In the last stanza, you are to use all 6 things in three lines.