Himalaya, a poem

The Trekker

The rain poured hard onto the high emerald forest

Tucked into the far reaches of an untraveled valley in the foothills of the Himalayas

A traveler appeared through the trees, wrapped from head to toe, soaked

Pure exhaustion plastered on his face, after days of wandering the snowy, unforgiving landscape

A farmer stood there to greet him, a sympathetic look on her weathered face

An invitation to sit by the fire, some simple words and smiles exchanged broke the barrier between two foreign cultures