The mountains stood proud,
As the cloud wrapped in a shroud,
The greens of tea plants formed a crowd,
But soon faded behind the cover of cloud,
The wind brewed up a storm, threatening to go loud,
Eucalyptus trees faced the onslaught with heads bowed,
Rain clouds looming over the horizon, had mortals cowed,
The advent of inauspicious days, set gloom with minds roved.
Beauteous hills that deprived citizens and romantics wowed,
Had the serenity in the mountains, disturbed by kiss of the cloud
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