Amidst the lush green valleys, where the rivers gently flow,
The Western Ghats stand tall, with stories to bestow.
Each leaf, each stone, imbued with ancient lore,
Whispering secrets of yore, evermore.

The monsoon kisses the earth, a tender, loving embrace,
Filling the air with fragrance, a serene, tranquil grace.
The birds sing melodies, a chorus of delight,
As the sun bids adieu, to the tranquil night.

Coconut palms sway, dancing to the breeze,
Their shadows casting patterns, a momentary freeze.
The backwaters shimmer, under the moonlit sky,
Reflecting the stars, as night passes by.

In this land of beauty, where nature reigns supreme,
Each dawn brings a new hope, a fresh, vibrant dream.
The heart of Kerala, a paradise so pure,
A haven of peace, where spirits endure.