With splashes of blue, orange and red,
The sun was setting in the West,
Deep inside the seabed.
In a triangle high in the sky,
My mind found perfect peace,
Which in cities one cant buy.
Evergreen were they,
Their reflection fell upon the rivers, Who through the hills found their way.
In the lush green countryside,
Their swirl and twirl never failed,
As they were stunned by the raging tide..
Pictures: © vidya & Sriram