08-08-2015, 05:20 PM
THIRD REVISION
Passing over lofty Himalayan ranges in a plane
presents a view of rare and ineffable beauty.
The view is one of rare and ineffable beauty
as our plane passes over the Himalayas.
Mountains, enveloped in dense forests
embroidered with meandering rivers and streams
exude the soothing radiance of green.
In the The sky is a panoramic show of clouds
appearing in myriad forms:
layers of vapor surging forth;
fluffy balls floating around
or nestling against mountain peaks;
a goddess majestically looking down;
and soon,
a lion looming through the mist.
All at once, the show climaxes;
it’s clouds and only clouds
crowding the scene.
They look like mountains of snow outshining
that sure would outshine
the real snowy peaks they now hide;
as they hide everything else: even the blue sky
peeping out through chinks.
SECOND REVISION
Lofty Himalayan peaks, the subject of dreams
seem so near as our plane flies just above.
It’s bliss to see the mountains
enveloped in a radiant and soothing green.
The vast forests, thick with rarest of trees
are embroidered with meandering rivers and streams.
Putting up a show I would not miss
are clouds appearing in myriad forms:
layers of vapor surging ahead,
fluffy balls floating about.
I just discerned a goddess looking down,
and now it’s a lion looming through the mist.
All at once it is a wonderland of clouds
with nothing but clouds all around.
They look like mountains of snow that would outshine
the real snowy peaks they now hide;
as they hide everything else: even the blue sky
peeping out through chinks in the clouds.
REVISED VERSION
Glancing out of a plane's window can be fun
as I was to experience on this flight
passing over lofty Himalayan ranges
which, inspiring awe by their continuity
presented to my wondering gaze
a scene of rare and ineffable beauty.
The mountains, enveloped in dense forests
interwoven with meandering rivers and streams
exuded the soothing radiance of green.
In the sky above was going on
a panoramic show of clouds
appearing in myriad shapes and forms;
now as layers of vapor surging forth
and now as fluffy balls floating around
or nestling against mountain peaks.
They reminded one moment
of a mighty lion looming large
in the distant horizon;
and another, of some Greek goddess
looking down.
All at once the scene changed into what seemed
a fairyland of clouds, encircling us on all sides.
They seemed to be mountains of snow
outshining the real snowy peaks
which they hid from view;
as they hid everything else:
even the blue sky
scarcely visible through crevices.
ORIGINAL VERSION
Rising through turbulent layers of moist air
the plane soon reached dizzying heights.
Unfolding below was a scene of ineffable beauty:
the lofty Himalayas stood in all their pristine glory
covered with thick green forests
interspersed with meandering paths
carved out by rivers and streams.
But it was the clouds that stole the show;
now seen as layers of vapour surging ahead
and now as fluffy balls of cotton
floating in the sky
or nestling against mountain peaks.
They reminded one moment of a mighty lion
looming large in the distant horizon;
and another, of some Greek goddess
overlooking the scene.
Fascinating as this panorama was
it was a sight to watch when the plane
wandered into a fairyland of clouds
encircling it on all sides.
They seemed to be mountains of snow
outshining the real snowy peaks
which they hid from view;
as they hid everything else:
even the blue sky
scarcely visible through crevices.[/s]
Passing over lofty Himalayan ranges in a plane
presents a view of rare and ineffable beauty.
The view is one of rare and ineffable beauty
as our plane passes over the Himalayas.
Mountains, enveloped in dense forests
embroidered with meandering rivers and streams
exude the soothing radiance of green.
In the The sky is a panoramic show of clouds
appearing in myriad forms:
layers of vapor surging forth;
fluffy balls floating around
or nestling against mountain peaks;
a goddess majestically looking down;
and soon,
a lion looming through the mist.
All at once, the show climaxes;
it’s clouds and only clouds
crowding the scene.
They look like mountains of snow outshining
that sure would outshine
the real snowy peaks they now hide;
as they hide everything else: even the blue sky
peeping out through chinks.
SECOND REVISION
Lofty Himalayan peaks, the subject of dreams
seem so near as our plane flies just above.
It’s bliss to see the mountains
enveloped in a radiant and soothing green.
The vast forests, thick with rarest of trees
are embroidered with meandering rivers and streams.
Putting up a show I would not miss
are clouds appearing in myriad forms:
layers of vapor surging ahead,
fluffy balls floating about.
I just discerned a goddess looking down,
and now it’s a lion looming through the mist.
All at once it is a wonderland of clouds
with nothing but clouds all around.
They look like mountains of snow that would outshine
the real snowy peaks they now hide;
as they hide everything else: even the blue sky
peeping out through chinks in the clouds.
REVISED VERSION
Glancing out of a plane's window can be fun
as I was to experience on this flight
passing over lofty Himalayan ranges
which, inspiring awe by their continuity
presented to my wondering gaze
a scene of rare and ineffable beauty.
The mountains, enveloped in dense forests
interwoven with meandering rivers and streams
exuded the soothing radiance of green.
In the sky above was going on
a panoramic show of clouds
appearing in myriad shapes and forms;
now as layers of vapor surging forth
and now as fluffy balls floating around
or nestling against mountain peaks.
They reminded one moment
of a mighty lion looming large
in the distant horizon;
and another, of some Greek goddess
looking down.
All at once the scene changed into what seemed
a fairyland of clouds, encircling us on all sides.
They seemed to be mountains of snow
outshining the real snowy peaks
which they hid from view;
as they hid everything else:
even the blue sky
scarcely visible through crevices.
ORIGINAL VERSION
Rising through turbulent layers of moist air
the plane soon reached dizzying heights.
Unfolding below was a scene of ineffable beauty:
the lofty Himalayas stood in all their pristine glory
covered with thick green forests
interspersed with meandering paths
carved out by rivers and streams.
But it was the clouds that stole the show;
now seen as layers of vapour surging ahead
and now as fluffy balls of cotton
floating in the sky
or nestling against mountain peaks.
They reminded one moment of a mighty lion
looming large in the distant horizon;
and another, of some Greek goddess
overlooking the scene.
Fascinating as this panorama was
it was a sight to watch when the plane
wandered into a fairyland of clouds
encircling it on all sides.
They seemed to be mountains of snow
outshining the real snowy peaks
which they hid from view;
as they hid everything else:
even the blue sky
scarcely visible through crevices.[/s]