May 21st 1997
Track to Almora:
Our topmost camp was surrounded by vast snowy mountains.
The beauty of the forest ... and the magnificence of the
mountains .... was simply .. astonishing and awe inspiring.
A glimpse of the beauty in a few words below:
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In Gods Own Country
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It seemed I was in a paradise of snow,
To seek my God and I know,
The heavenly mountains and the pacific seas,
Are whispering in my ears.. that he is with me ...
With the crimson dawn, as the flowers unfold
They revealed a beauty .. untouched untold..
The dew drops gleamed like pearls so bright
And adorned the forest in the morning light.
The streams and falls rolled on and on..
And sang with the pebbles a solitary song,
Natures music .. breezed all day long..
So sweet n subtle on a beautiful morn.
Slowly and slowly, as the sun begins to set,
The hues get deeper.. at the crest,
God's own country, at its best,
In a journey of an eternal quest.
The floating clouds in the silent sky,
Lift the veil of stars as they pass by,
As they twinkle in a glassy guise,
trees in moonlight dance with jive.
As I embraced the vastness of the mountains and trees ..
The tranquility of the heavens was at my knees..
Reeti
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