Off in the distance,
the withered sounds of bamboo,
sway in the breeze of the Autumnn sun.
The bamboo temple in the mountains
echo the voices of the Cuckoo
And the maiden frog.
Solitude thrives in the mountains,
as the Ciada sing sonnets,
The birds sing praises,
to the gods that live within.
The Bananna blossoms gleam,
in the mornings dew.
Awwww....We journey into the withered
paths leading to the Castle in the Sky....
This was written with ideas stemming from a poetry contest in a group I am a member of on MSN.