Trekking

Always prefer to be in heights Gaze the land with wonder There the valleys are abandoned Swift a breeze with all its charm There float mist to swathe the land Profound glacier is all way Breathe a puzzle some times But there riddle charm of nature A pond near still and chilled Reflect fair at that juncture Array of green that propose always Flown to the yard of loveliness Over the crest its calmness There glitters some solitude Beyond that valley it's rhythmic Here the wind hymn for loners ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved