In the Himalayan heights, where peaks touch the sky,
Lies the Sleeping Buddha, in serene repose,
His peaceful form, a sight to the eye,
Inviting all to bask in his gentle glow.
The Sandakphu trek, a journey to take,
Through valleys and ridges, a path to make,
With each step, the beauty to unveil,
A tale of courage, strength, and trail.
The trails that wind, like a serpent\'s spine,
Through rhododendron forests, a verdant shrine,
The scent of blooms, a sweet perfume,
Invigorating the senses, a lover\'s tune.
The climb to the top, a challenge to face,
The wind and the snow, a test of grace,
But the view from above, a reward divine,
A panorama of peaks, a kaleidoscope of design.
The Sleeping Buddha, a symbol of peace,
A reminder of the journey\'s release,
For in the stillness, the soul finds rest,
And the trekker\'s heart, a sense of the best.
So let us embark, on this journey grand,
And let the Sandakphu trek, be our land,
For in the Himalayas, the spirit soars,
And the Sleeping Buddha, forever adores.