# A Captivated Audience...

The sombre glacier breaks Eons of its icy silence As a water fall, From the deep crevice In the mountain, it descends Like a torrent… The language it speaks Can not be matched By any human speech… The valley resounds, I gape, astounded over The magic it weaves… From east the Sun’s rays Have come down to play, The game of hide and seek… As they filters down Through the dense Deodars, Water gushes like a child… All creatures exult The forest just Seems lost in contemplation…. Sitting still, on a wooden bench under a canopy on a vantage point, I wondered, why are tears flowing down my cheeks....?