Spring Wind

Towards the South of Himalayan Mountains,

I stare at the deep blue sea, it waves silent,

The water dances so gently, hills park towers.

Trees here grow thick, a hundred grasses are lush.

The spring wind touches the body, shore rise up.

Pathway of the sun seems to come from within.

The splendid cloudy sky, seems to come from inside.

I am in love, Nature I am lucky, to sing a song!

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI