Da Lat, City Of Mist Poem by Natasa To

Da Lat, City of Mist

Where pine trees whisper to the sky,
And silver clouds go drifting by,
Da Lat wakes in morning light,
A little dream dressed soft and white.

The hills wear flowers, bright and sweet,
While quiet streets invite your feet.
A cool breeze dances through the trees,
Carrying secrets on its breeze.

By Xuan Huong Lake, the waters gleam,
Reflecting clouds like pieces of a dream.
The old cafés glow warm and small,
While mist comes softly over all.

When evening paints the town in gold,
The mountain air feels fresh and cold.
And every lantern, every light,
Turns Da Lat magical at night.

Oh, Da Lat, peaceful and fair,
With flowers blooming everywhere—
A city where the heart feels free,
A little heaven among the trees.