The crisp Tyrolean air, a symphony for your lungs, As you step onto the trail

The crisp Tyrolean air, a symphony for your lungs, As you step onto the trail, where sunlight warmly sung. Emerald meadows unfurl, a verdant, rippling sea, Dotted with wildflowers, a vibrant tapestry.

Buttercups gleam like sunshine, kissed by the morning dew, And gentian's sapphire pools reflect the endless blue. The distant mountains rise, majestic and serene, Their snow-capped peaks a crown, a postcard, pristine.

The path winds through the meadow, a ribbon, soft and brown, Crunching gently beneath your feet, with a peaceful, muffled sound. A gentle breeze whispers secrets through the tall blades of grass, Carrying the scent of wildflowers, a sweetness that won't pass.

A symphony of birdsong fills the air, a joyful, carefree tune, As butterflies, on painted wings, dance beneath the noonday sun. A marmot pops its head out, a curious, furry face, Then dives back into its burrow, leaving not a trace.

You climb a gentle hillock, and the view takes your breath away, The valley sprawls beneath you, bathed in the sun's warm ray. Farmsteads, like scattered beads, nestled amongst the green, Smoke spirals from their chimneys, a tranquil, rural scene.

Time slows on the mountain trail, worries gently fade, Replaced by a sense of wonder, in this idyllic glade. With every step you take, your heart feels light and free, Inhale the beauty of the Tyrol, a place for your soul to be.

Unlikely Buddha 2024