The valley of flowers

Valley of Flowers The lonely valley
Was bathed in a riot of colors
Just after the rains.
The flowers bloom,
After the rains, every year,
In this desolate land.
The dance of beauty
The colors and fragrance
Are for the bees and the moths.
I gasped –
‘Such a waste
Of beauty!’
A little yellow flower
‘Was the world created,
Do the flowers bloom,
Do the peacocks dance,
Do the rainbows happen,
Do the stars twinkle,
Do the waves splash
For you?’
I returned
From the valley of flowers,
Lonely and silent.

((The valley of flowers is in the North Indian state of Uttaranchal in the Himalayas.))

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