The huge majestic mountains

Standing unconquered above all.

The unploughed land

Formed with multiple slopes.

The long stooping pine trees

Boosting their heights.

The land covered with

A clean, uniform, even green blanket

With boundaries so distinct.

The houses formed from match boxes

Like in an architect’s prototype.

The roads, so curvy

Every curve, a blind approach

Giving a nostalgic feel.

The curvature between the bushes

Giving a clear, distinct look

Following a route to every destination.

The melting snow, making way

Between the huge and small stones

Flowing across the passages

And generating different forms

Every form, attractive in its own sense.

The atmosphere, so silent but echoing

So clear and peaceful

Like a heavenly place.

The musical chirping of the birds

The hardship life of  the people

The children, unawared of the risks.

The morning being welcomed

With the blessings of the bright shining sun

Showering its rays

Penetrating through every space

And bringing mobility to every little life.

The evening being welcomed

With the setting sunset

Spreading the goldness across the peripheral.

The night capturing everything

Into its vast darkened lap

With the darkness being overcome

By the brightening of the thousand candles lit downslide.

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