A place like this

The melodies of the wind, and the sunshine touching my soul, the fragrance of rain, miseries it did stole... Embracing the running clouds, dark and grey mingled with white, Casting themselves in sculptures, in the wake of the heavens and light... Amidst the haze, mountains silhouetted, and the shadows of sky over them, with the faith in hearts forever, let nature be always celebrated... ~ Nisha Pasad