Once I met a King, his eyes were as blue as the ocean An evergreen mountainous kingdom, his devotion His Queen, she never lay her feet on bare ground Yet every civilian’s voice in her heart was found Their children, white as the snow of mountain peaks They belonged to a land, where fairies and angels weren’t myths Where the sun shined just enough to keep one warm
Where spring blossomed into an ethereal white The people here, labored on green peaks and terrains Laughed hearty more, cried often, and touched even a passerby’s soul They slept early hours, woke earlier Every occasion was a celebration And those nights, they’d talk of history Of wars, and kings and stories about rebellion Their smiles curled upwards with glittering eyes They were people of the land, there was belonging in those telling eyes I walked its streets, its passage ways, I climbed its peaks, its secret ways, I sensed the scrutiny and nimbleness, of long gone sentinels In the forts of Altit and Baltit I sat on Rakaposhi and watched the first light of dawn I felt nearer to Him, then anywhere ever before In the vast measure of this magnificent and magnanimous land There was untold freedom and fortification. Steel city. Iron laden streets. Flashing lights. Days without nights. From here, they call it the roof of the world And I, I have left my heart with the laughter of the brood I have left my heart with the smiles of the people I have left my heart in the valleys of Hunza.
To find out more about Hunza Valley, read about it on: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hunza_Valley http://hunzanagar.com/textpage.php?id=17
