Feb 2013
Atop ancient mounds, the thrones of kings
The sounds abound, resound and ring-
A jungle stirs to life.
From amidst the mist, two monkeys call
Their vociferous cries, a defensive wall-
Signs of future strife.
As fogs roll back, and time rolls on
The moon away, at last it's gone-
The sun chases after his wife.
The sounds abound, resound and ring-
A jungle stirs to life.
From amidst the mist, two monkeys call
Their vociferous cries, a defensive wall-
Signs of future strife.
As fogs roll back, and time rolls on
The moon away, at last it's gone-
The sun chases after his wife.
Wrote this and another while watching the sunrise from the top of the tallest pyramid in the Maya world in Tikal
