“Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold ,  from this green earth; of all the mighty world , Of eye and ear, both what they half create , and what perceive; well pleased to recognize , in nature and the language of the sense, ,  the anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse , the guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul  , of all my moral being.”
― William Wordsworth, Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey

Mountains so high , perched upon below the sky ,

They have stories of grit , determination ,

memories so  wide and vivid ,

streams running so high & low ,

bringing life to the shore

tales unsung , folks live their life singing lores to pray

fresh gale makes the tepid life ,

would they remain so forever so high ,

came next season mountaineers begin their climb ,

keen to tell the saga of mountain life ,

When flowers bloom in the valley , back packers mount the incline ,

To have that vista , panoramic view , which behold the heaven

Day off from the hustings of weary life ,

Be close to nature , it gives profound meaning to life ,

Angels fly high to bless the earthy souls ,

Somewhere you discover yourself ,  Hold on ,

there is a fragrance in the gale , Icy peaks enamoured the tops !

…..   Varun Rana  …..