A Retreat.

I used to climb the hills The beautiful hills With lot of grass covered hills The green frogs jumps here and there There I had the visual treats That good world of happiness nearby The towns with glittering lights The market place and crowds of people The labors of nearby tea estates I knew these places were large forests And the human ambition changed it And made this place a wonderful one The place is renowned as a tourist spot But the forests are a bygone history There once the wilderness of nature The heavy floods and catastrophes The humans faced the challenges The misty clouds here he enjoyed The fertile earth he changed as estates In the clear spot the beautiful spots He made villas and shelters for officials And naturally labor sheds he made He knew well the labor can make wonders And laborers are the real result makers The beautiful hills still smiles The changes it enjoys or hates not known Still I used to climb the hills An experience with nature ever likes Once a friend tried to climb the hill And himself found difficult to climb down And crawled with hand and foot in earth The earth so much helped him to go back And remembered I will call you later And come back with a steady mind here And enjoy the world around you near.