Sacred Inkas!

Nestled in a majestic mountain pass,
Steep, stone steps,
Wind up and down.

Slowly, slowly,
Takes our breath away.
Coca leaves,
500!

Ilamas feast on the
Lush , green terraces.

Mist rolls in,
Rain soaks,
Visibility nil.

Sun rise,
Sun shine,
Awe of ancient cilivisations.

Sun gate,
Temples of the sun, moon
And condor.

Tranquility and serenity !