Swooping gradients, hairpin bends The sun in gold softly descends Heavens painted in crimson hues Evening birds darting through Cypresses swing in welcome mists, Gentle breezes sigh and hiss I cast my eyes on beauteous scene With pleasant vales, villages between Down the hills blink the city lights Like glowworms in the balmy night A starry plane far beneath me As I look down the scary lee
A lively spot on the peaks there To seek solace in ambiance fair Whiffs of scents on the evening breeze Melodies sweet soothe n appease Merry voices, tinkling trails Reverberating along the vales, Winds blow soft, kiss the flowers Teasing gently the tresses sans care Down in the valley a hut stands, Humans or ghosts on dreary lands? A faint light in the gloom of night Down at the bottom, a haunting sight Yet, on the crests life thrills n thrives The hills are alive! The hills are alive!
You were born, you’ll be going to die, no doubt! Live the never-ending, everlasting life, escape from death’s mouth. When you were born, the world celebrat’d and you cried. Live the life in such a way, That world should cry
Happy to be alive I could not be happier to live in these great times And surviving another year to live this life with awesome friends like you guys Blessed to be the uncle of such beautiful kids who are