Upon the teardrop isle, the ocean's embrace,
Sri Lanka glows, a verdant grace.
Where morning mists in mountains cling,
And ancient forests eternally sing.

The lush green carpets of Ceylon's tea,
Stretch like whispers to eternity.
The sunlit shores, golden and wide,
Cradle the waves with a rhythmic tide.

Mighty elephants tread through the land,
Guardians of a history so grand.
Leopards prowl in shadowed art,
Wild beauty woven in nature’s heart.
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