Sunrise at Kanchenjunga

Their taperings form

like a snow-white tent

Mountain peaks of Kanchenjunga they were

Down into the valleys they descent

I see the sinking moon, the fading stars

And the rising sun

Carrying lights of gold in ton

Slow and steady

Milds of yellows and pink get ready

They encrust the blue skies

Forming a paradise

Blessed with the very first rays of divine

In glee, the mountain peaks shine

With a happy heart, they dance

In the golden disco lights 

The sunlight sparkles

And greets the dawn

It blesses the mountains and the snow-covered lawn

~Avani Irenic