Fascination for Nature

Once you have lived with mountains, Under the benedictory pines And deodars, near stars And a brighter moon, With wood smoke and mist, Sweet smell of grass, dew lines On spider-spun, sun-kissed Buttercup and vine; Once you have lived with these, Blessed, God’s favourite then, You will return, You will come back TO touch the trees and gfass, And climb once more the windswept mountain pass.