Daydreaming Under the Electric Banyan Tree

Roots and trunks.
Thinks and thunks.

Reaching up, and
Digging down.
Electric dreams, from the
Fertile ground.

Lighting strikes,
Are also formed,
From the sky to ground,
And the ground to the storm.

How things emerge
Is always a riddle,
Cuz good things converge
And meet in the middle.

Is it a question
Of what we see?
Whether a forest,
Or just one tree?

Hidden sights
Will be revealed
When you close your eyes
In the Banyan Field.