The
mountain in the morning rise
The
cool weather and misty sky
The
mists floating like in paradise
Of
angels we imagine in our eyes
The
open field hardly people use
The
spot for parking cars and for cows to laze
In
day light and night of day
The
open field stays
The
morning of vehicles
Roaming
pass the road
Waking
up like the morning call
The
residents too have to rise
It
is the sight of the mountain
The
green shapes greeting the day
The
morning mists floating along
After
evening of pouring rain...
This
is what Nature says
The
camouflaged of sights and mists
Along
the undulating mountain range
The
mind can imagine angels come down to see
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