Her feet divided and multiplied into infinite tentacles,
That slithered and writhed
Grew longer and longer,
Until they found their grip
As they entrenched the rich, brown earth.
Her hands splintered into copious branches.
Until she transformed into a tree of magnificent splendor.
That blossomed all year long,
Covered in tiny clusters of countless blossoms,
Mellifluous in its many hues, subtle in its sweet fragrance.
She lived there for eternity,
As the tree of ineffable beauty
Atop the tall, spindly hills,
That rose from the deepest of valleys,
Where curious creatures gathered under the Queen of Trees,
As they looked down to the earth as the giant moon rose
Like the largest orb of freshly churned cream.
As it rose so high and hung so low,
Drenching the clustered hills in its milky white,
Flooding the night, with its cool, luminous beams
As the creatures sang and danced, the whole night long
Atop the cluster of tall, spindly hills.
– Lekha Murali