Mountain Rock
I see this hug rock with marks of harsh weather, tested with time for years. But he stands strong, higher than you with the will to survive because everything around him depends on him. He falls, everything does!
He is just like a father who has stood strong supporting his family through ups and downs. Loving them, expecting nothing in return. I am no father but I am the rock, because I am nature!
Pine Trees
Mountains are their home, where they do the wait
Holding so much love and longing it in return
You have admire their beauty, but would never stay
You have to return back to your safe nests
Do you dare to have the passion of these trees?
Can you love so much and wait forever?
Hope
On my way from Manali to Sarchu I saw rocks fallen from the mountains due to land slide, shattered into pieces. Plants had grown through them, around them. Life had found a way to survive through all these calamities, just the way water flow going pass all its obstructions. Nature always has hope and finds a way to exist. Can we?
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