Till it's bright, till one’s sight,
It’s all white, it’s all white.
Silver flakes have covered,
Or billion tonnes milk poured;
From here, clouds look down,
The Australia's Crown.
Vast snowy sheet is spread
and Snowy is the run,
Rocks & plants are to wait,
Months, to see the sun;
Snowy mountain wearing
the large snowy gown,
The Australia's crown.
The horizon turns golden
in the morning Sun rays,
The springs fall shouting
give us the clear way;
A place, like Angel’s town,
The Australia's crown.
The God’s unique architect,
beyond any one’s belief;
Creatures step down here
and surely get relief;
A wonder place, nature has grown;
Kosciuszko, the Australia's crown.
(C) S. D. Tiwari
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