A primate with a lion's tail
The leaf blades festooned with tiny ice beads slowly transformed into droplets with the gentle warmth of the sun. Little beetles struggling to walk on these leaves disoriented these subtle drop patterns. Dainty heads of the wild daisy with their decompound leaves carpeting the grassy path were all the welcoming signs as we headed towards the peak. The hill was indeed an epitome of patience, taking care of her own minuscule of native trees and also giving equal space without any partiality to the monocultures of tea by sacrificing her own indigenous vegetation. The handsome blooms of tea, enthralling colors of dipterocarps and trilly calls of the bee-eaters remind us of their harmonious living. With all of these sightings we progressed on the peak, just accomplished quarter way through, the dead logs of wood at a corner putout a podium of fungus, the hue on their caps, the structure of their stalks and color of their spores all tell us that nature is the finest architect, this st