Whenever I see,

A beautiful mountain,

With a whirling path,

The zig-zag patterns,

Created by the nature,

An unending flow of water,

Of an ocean or a river,

The breezes of tall trees,

The softness of their music,

Of leaves and branches,

The fragrance of freshness,

I got intoxicated,

Drowns deep into the oblivion,

Whenever birds chirp,

And flowers bloom

With the colours of rainbow,

In the sky and on ground,

And I am there,

In the state of ecstacy !

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