Dark above the world, under this scenic sky, We feel the frostiness of snow, with moonlight as a spy. We finished our mission, and assembled as a group, Warming our hands, cherishing a cup of soup. Came our trek leader, who was a local host, Frightening us all, with his tale of ghosts. Every mountain has its story, he said with a smile, This landscape creates memories, with every passing mile. Away from home, with phones free from network, This nature-imposed isolation acted as a perk. Little did…
