Nature's Pinnacle Poem by Somali Mukherjee

Thin shreds of white clouds
Are floating in the blue sky
Above the snowy mountains
Which are erected so high.

Underneath the natural monuments,
There is a vale so profound,
With lots of beauty and menace,
Which are always mound.

By the side of the valley,
I can find so many verdant fellows;
Enchanting, mesmerizing me,
As if the dale always hallows.

I can feel the snowy flakes
Falling downwards in my lap;
But as there is no blizzard,
There is no mishap.

And when the radiant beams fall,
On the snow from the Sun's holy face,
The entire calm atmosphere
Takes a golden grace.

Where can we find such a beauty?
Unless we try to fancy,
To approach Nature's pinnacle?
And behold the entire world,
That is always a miracle?