The yellow canopied tree

Within the quiet walls secluded
The yellow robed; with contemplation
Slowly pace in steps well-measured
Up and down

Beneath the yellow canopied tree-
Clusters of golden bells cascading
In the gentle breeze and swaying.

Sun and moon have come and gone
The yellow-robed with contemplation
Slowly pace in steps well-measured
Up and down

Beside the yellow carpet; silent and still
Lying ’neath the green canopied tree
Unwept and unsung, beauty undone.

An eternal truth echoing, soft but clear,
For those who care to see and hear.

Manel Sarathchandra