Beneath the emerald canopy, where the rivers gently weave,
Lies a land of ancient whispers, where the mountains softly breathe.
The Western Ghats stand tall, guardians of the green,
In Kerala’s heart, a paradise, where nature’s love is seen.

Monsoon rains descend, a dance upon the leaves,
Each drop a silent hymn, that every heart believes.
The scent of earth arises, a fragrance pure and sweet,
In this lush, verdant haven, where land and sky do meet.

The backwaters gently shimmer, under the golden sun,
Reflecting tales of ages past, of battles lost and won.
Coconut palms sway gracefully, a ballet with the breeze,
In the tranquil embrace of Kerala, where worries find their ease.

As twilight drapes her veil, the stars begin to gleam,
Over the serene landscapes, like a painter’s cherished dream.
The nightingale’s soft lullaby, a melody so true,
In the heart of Malayalam nature, where every soul renews.