By Isaiah Davenport

They said India would be dirty, but that wasn’t what I found,

Just peaceful mountain views and beauty all around

Each Morning in the village, they gather sticks and grass at dawn,

Then carry them up the mountains and keep pushing on

They live from the land with grateful hearts each day,

A simple way of life with lessons on the way

The views were calm and beautiful beneath the endless sky,

And made me thankful for the blessings I pass by