Mountains so high, they touch the sky,
Curved roads like bows go winding by.
Pine trees stand like bows held high.
Sometimes we climb, sometimes descend,
Vehicles pass with care at every bend.
No one disturbs another, my friend.
Colourful flowers bloom here and there,
Thousands of trees add beauty everywhere.
Nature amazes me beyond compare.
3.13pm 15 Oct 2026
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