In the heart where the rivers flow,
Emerald whispers gently sway,
Beneath the canopyâs tender glow,
Nature’s symphony begins its play.
Lush tapestries of green unfold,
As the monsoon’s breath awakens dreams,
In every leaf, a story told,
Carried by the murmuring streams.
Hills embrace the sky with grace,
While the misty veils softly descend,
In this tranquil, sacred space,
The heart of Malayalam finds its mend.
Underneath the starlit skies,
Crickets sing the nightâs sweet tune,
In this land where beauty lies,
Nature dances beneath the moon.