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.