Oh mighty mountains! You make me seem so small,
I stare at you in awe, whilst you sit out there so tall.
I wish that I could be as immortal as you are,
But I am only human, I cannot be at par.
Our Guest Writer Yangchen Bhutia shares her love for the mighty mountains..
Tell me how it is to witness everything,
From adam and his eve, to every human being?
You must have seen many kingdoms rise and fall,
Concealed within you, the secrets overall.
You have withstood all storms, quakes and slides,
And yet your calmness simply overrides
All the tragedies that you have borne,
In all the centuries that are bygone.
As we tread upon your bizzare trails,
We feel so detached as your charm unveils.
It really does feel that all things material,
Are mere illusions and only but trivial.
From woods of oak and acer, to that of spruce and fir,
To the scented scrubs of rhododendrons and juniper.
As we climb higher the views are manifold,
From broadleaved to alpine, what a sight to behold!
Higher up we see the greens give way to white,
With sunshine on the peaks, shimmering so bright.
Even as you hide behind the mist so soft,
You glance through the haze as you soar aloft.
Oh mighty mountians! Never have I seen,
A sight so delightful, a scene so serene.
I fear not for loss of this serenity,
For I know you will prevail till eternity.