Fun Trip

The clear flowing water,
cutting across the mountains.
The one way drives,
Along the narrow lanes.

The lush green mountains,
the beautiful sunshine on the hills,
The snow on the peaks,
The winter breeze that chills.

The peace in the air,
almost feels like music around.
The slow moving lives,
nothing here seems to be time bound.

The land of beauty,
The land of the Lamas.
The land of poetry,
@ the Dharamshaala