Mountains or The Beaches

I drop the curtain, 

And I am high on nature.

And all I conceive is an excursion to the mountains,

If only that excursion favours me living there for life, I would easily sway.

I sight-far yet clear, the summits covered in snow,

The pristine ray of the sun, turning them into magical glitter & gold.

Could this be more magical yet so real?

                                                            

I see verdure & the valley covered with colours,

So much melange, so many variants- the fragrance, ecstasy!

I have a feeling -'I am on the top of the word, looking down on creation-

& the only explanation I can find',

A gratitude filled heart, bowing down to the higher self, for being so kind.

I see 'life', I vouch for peace.

Lying down in open sky makes the 'vision' clear, milky-way now seems a little near.

And then, some 100 meters away there's a chai-wala making tempting Maggi.

Sunsets appear a little too real and infinitely beyond pretty.

The sky is clear than ever. 

In the woods, not too far, I locate a deer.

There's a stream flowing by, with water crystal clear.

How does on earth, this not make you thrilled & happy?

How does your heart not skip a beat & want to live here till the end of time?

Winters are dreamy, summers are perfect-

Wouldn't mind ditching the virtual world & to this get connected.

I’d rather sit on a mountain top- 

and relish the breathtaking views with my people or alone,

Where everything you do is a form of meditation & all the blues begone.

So, let me now ask you- Mountains or the beach?