Over the hill, rises horizon,
in hues of blue and peach,
whispers gently rustle,
the sunlight streaming down,
the sunlight streaming down,
soaked in pristine dew,
cling the seam of her gown,
the valley reverberate
the valley reverberate
memories of eternal wait,
and when twilight flick
its dark starlit tresses,
a song still echoes,
a song still echoes,
over the silent hill.
Photo: Clicked at Kerala, India
Such a sense of serenity and such elegant, gorgeous writing!
lush green and the poem – both beautiful.
a wonderful read.
Beautiful pic and words !
memories of eternal wait,…Great line! Lovely poem …Thank you for stopping by, please call again…Helena
So green and beautiful !!!!
We have Midsummer here in Finland and our nature is so green too. Our trees just look a little different from yours.
a piece of heaven. beautiful descriptions raj. just too beautiful.
lovely poem to describe a beautiful place – i feel like i was there and could here the trees gently whispering.
i especially liked the line:
"memories of eternal wait"
Wow! An awesome pic and an awesome poem! 🙂 🙂
well well this one we get TWO for one.. a lovely picture and then poem tooo 🙂
Bikram's
Very nice place to walk through! LG Tina
How peaceful one would feel while walking on a road like this. 🙂
Aahh…what serenity!! It was like some soulful song, my dear… lovely!
I could hear Nature calling to me from the other side of those beautiful hills.. *sigh*
Wonderfully written. Second stanza is killer, especially
"the valley reverberate
memories of eternal wait,"
deep. Agree with Claudia. Beautiful.
beautiful..i can hear the song and want to cling the seam of her gown…very nice pic as well
Superb picture and words :))
perfect combo of great pic and super words..