Mountains

Have you ever been to the mountains,

Which is so different from plains,

And experienced its love,

The cold breeze on the face,

Which refreshes us from tip to base,

Sitting under the pine trees,

Along with the bees,

The beauty of Cobra Lilly,

And the freshness of the rain,

Sweeping away all the pain,

The beauty how the Lepore run,

To see it is full of excitement and fun,

The place covered with clouds,

And the sound of beetle around,

With children running here and there,

And what say about the lake,

That glitters during the night,

By the lights of fireflies,

Around the big Oak,

Leaves fall,

Covering the soulful ground,

Where many and many mongooses roam,

Around the tea stall and the homes,

This is the everlasting beauty of our hills.