My Wayanad!

Where mountains secretly kiss skies,
Behind velvety curtains of mist,
Where the rich red earth holds love,
In hands cupped, as water fresh, so clean.

Where ancient evergreen trees,
Exude life for all to breathe,
Where the fresh cool mountain breeze,
Whispers song-like in your ears,
And soothing body and mind,
Caresses, wiping gently, your tears.

Where the cheerful brilliant sun,
And abundant monsoon rain,
Rejoice to laden trees with fruit,
And to fill paddies with grain.

Where animals, birds, and fish,
Of every which shape and hue,
Roam free in dense forest green,
And dance in skies and streams.

Where the people are innocent more,
Often quite childlike and good,
Where hate crimes are unheard of,
The cunning of cities unknown.

Where aborigines, their life do spend,
With nature, in close rapport,
Collecting delicious honey wild,
And rare potent herbs of old.

Where nature waits to greet each soul,
With blessings of lightness, joy,
God brought me here to Wayanad,
Oh Lord, I’m grateful, I’m glad.

These pictures were taken at Banasura Sagar Dam, Wayanad.