eons of tranquility

A beautiful lake, sits hidden from the world in a remote Himalayan landscape at the height of 3832 meters

''Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide; 

The Forms remains, the Function never dies;''

William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

Sunset on the lake

Early Morning in Himalayas, Bright red colored vegetation covers the whole mountains giving the valley a beautiful and mysterious reddish glow

"

And O ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves,  

Forebode not any severing of our loves!  

Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;  

I only have relinquish'd one delight

To live beneath your more habitual sway.  

I love the brooks which down their channels fret,  

Even more than when I tripp'd lightly as they;  

The innocent brightness of a new-born Day  

            Is lovely yet;

                                  "

William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood