Green Shangrila Poem by Rinchen Dhendup

Green Shangrila.
As I stand still and the gaze my country side from the hill I stand,
I can say our place is still a Shangrila adorned by pristine nature,
Withstanding the forced battle of modern times, weaken though.

We're here today to cherish the greens that defines our place a Heaven,
But I be anxious to imagine this place being no more to call a paradise,
When with all assorted chaos and factitious structures we may stand.

So I have a wish for our place so to remain all the time, all the same,
For nothing more can make us feel heaven but our place if remains same.
So shall we dream to let not the modern dreams destroy our gifted Eden.