The Silent Valley Poem by Aarushi Chatterjee

Sunlight showers the valley
shadows pass and poppies grow
fern and wild roses embroider the rocks
the northern glade is steeped in snow

Sunlight showers the valley
looking down upon a snow-steeped glade
bright flowers, grasses of green and blue
that grow in the summer and fade

Sunlight showers the valley
rose-tinted clouds give way
to the crimson sun that shone
upon the raggedy rocks that lay

Sunlight showers the valley
a stream originates, gentle in its flow
gliding over the rocks, darting down the path
strewn with wild grasses, quite and slow.

Down, down, down in the valley
a quaint little countryside lies in sprawl
sweet sounds echo in the silent valley
as the pretty spring-birds call.