Bagan, Myanmar
"Above Bagan's ancient plains, where sunrise paints the skies,
Hot air balloons ascend, as the dawn's soft whispers rise.
Silhouettes of temples touch the canvas of first light,
In Bagan's aerial dance, history takes flight.
Fields of gold stretch wide, as far as eyes can see,
In the morning's hush, where serenity and mystery agree.
Bagan awakens in hues of pink, amidst the morning's glow,
A timeless tale of wonder, from the sky's tranquil flow."
