A morning walk in Shimla

Colorful homes, in hues of red, green, and blue,

Roofs of yellow and beige, a vibrant view.

Colonial architecture, standing strong and tall,

A picturesque scene, captivating all.

 

On a cool and peaceful morning, I embarked,

A walk on the trails, my senses sparked.

In Shimla, with a dear friend by my side,

The beauty of nature, I couldn't hide.

 

The weather, so pleasant, the air so pure,

As we treaded softly, our spirits sure.

Through dense forests, we wandered along,

Deodar trees towering, nature's own song.

 

Birds chirping, leaves whispering, a symphony,

The forest's aroma, a sweet melody.

With every step, we felt rejuvenation,

The trail guiding us, a divine invitation.

 

A small stream appeared, crystal clear and cold,

Its gentle flow, a sight to behold.

We splashed our faces, refreshed and alive,

In nature's embrace, our spirits thrive.

 

Sitting by the stream, time stood still,

The water's sound, tranquil and still.

A moment of bliss, gratitude within,

For this experience, where heaven begins.

 

As the sun climbed higher, we bid adieu,

With tired bodies, but hearts anew.

Memories etched deep, never to fade,

A morning walk in Shimla, forever made.

 

A cherished experience, unforgettable and grand,

In Hill's embrace, hand in hand.

The talk, the tea, the warm locals' cheer,

A perfect start to a day, so dear.

 

Rejuvenating mind, body, and soul,

Leaving imprints that make us whole.

This morning walk, a gift so divine,

In Shimla's beauty, forever we'll shine.