Legends ago, a story told by thee:
Secret whispering melody of an old wispy tree.
Planted ages past, a singular lordly seed.
Containing all extending branches of what your eyes see.

Round the bend the hidden grove,
Over the hill the beach line cove;
All of my scattered temples.
Oh the land there is to roam.

As I pass, you see me walk alone.
As if I'm almost not all there..
Its because I am busy everywhere
Exploring my forgotten home!

                                 -G