Where the hills are cloaked in verdant green,
Where the mountains kiss the celestial bleen,
Where rivers sing the timeless tale
And whisper secrets to every gale;
Where clouds heartily drift by—
This is our Northeast, a nature's wry.

Forest of emerald green,
Where bamboo sways like a dancing sea,
Where the mighty mountains stand tall and proud,
Guarding the valleys and villages under their shroud;
Where orchids bloom in vibrant hues,
And the valleys wear the morning...