Euphoria

As I lie beneath the canopy

of an ancient banyan tree

listening to the rustling leaves

as peaceful as can be

A million stars in the ink black sky

seen through boughs as old as time

listening to the twittering birds

one with nature, a view sublime

The weathered face and tireless limbs

the secrets and lifetimes of many kings

worshiped with incense and vermilion

carrying hopes of millions on strings

A sanctuary without judgement or scorn

where dreams take flight, where ideas are born

In the embrace of this wonder do I lay

lulled to sleep by a million whispered prayers

Writ - 2 Aug 2013
Time - 4:29 p.m.

Liz :)