Harmony of Hills

In verdant valleys, where time reclines,

A tapestry of wonder gracefully aligns,

A marvel crafted by nature's nimble hands,

The Western Ghats, where enchantment expands.

A symphony of peaks, majestic and tall,

Cloaked in emerald hues, they stand so enthralled,

Their summits reach towards the azure skies,

As if seeking solace in celestial ties.

At dawn's first blush, the mist begins to wane,

Revealing secrets that the Ghats contain,

Whispering tales of ancient mystic lore,

Guarded by lush canopies forevermore.

A thousand rivers cascade with sheer delight,

Their liquid ribbons glistening in the sunlight,

They carve through valleys, carving their own path,

In harmonious rhythm, nature's aftermath.

Within these hallowed woods, a trove of life,

Where flora and fauna weave a vibrant strife,

Endemic wonders, in abundance they thrive,

In this sacred sanctuary, they strive to survive.

The Western Ghats, a cradle of diversity,

An ark of evolution, a haven of adversity,

A pantheon of species, both rare and rarefied,

Where evolution's dance is fiercely amplified.

From Nilgiri tahr to Malabar whistling thrush,

Each creature beseeches our hearts to hush,

For in their presence, we find humble reprieve,

In awe of nature's ingenuity, we believe.

Through mist-laden valleys and dense shrouds,

Nature paints her masterpiece with vibrant clouds,

Cascading waterfalls, a cascade of dreams,

Whispering secrets through crystalline streams.

Oh, Western Ghats, you hold an ancient grace,

A sanctuary where time slows its pace,

As I wander amidst your verdant embrace,

I find solace, serenity, and a sacred space.

Let us be stewards of this precious land,

Upholding its glory with steadfast hand,

Preserving the splendor for generations to come,

The Western Ghats, a treasure, forever undone.