A six-mile walk up the hill this Sunday morning has been invigorating. Walking along the wild sequestered Himalayas always gives a queer feeling that nature is watching us. So much greenery, butterflies cluttering around, tiny warblers busy hopping from one sprig to another, air filled with a pleasant fragrance of verdure around. Among this wilderness, the mumbling stream seems to lend its utterances an added confidentiality. And during return witnessing a rainbow above the sunlit mountains offer a spectacular treat. It is disheartening to imagine that all this will vanish in the times to come.
As the poet Matthew Olzmann in "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" says,
“Absolutely, there were some forests left!
Absolutely, we still had some lakes!”
https://m.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/letter-someone-living-fifty-years-now
As the poet Matthew Olzmann in "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" says,
“Absolutely, there were some forests left!
Absolutely, we still had some lakes!”
https://m.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/letter-someone-living-fifty-years-now
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