The hills emerald,
Purity they herald.
The crisp air,
Imagination to dare.
Tranquil is the land.
Undisturbed walking hand in hand.
Fresh smell of the soil.
Cooling temperatures that boil.
Land of simple being.
Soaring is the passionate feeling.
Watch the trickling stream.
Grass cutting women folk team.
Folk songs in high pitch.
Culture reflects which.
Watch our land magnificent.
Devoid yet of development dent.
