Secrets of the Banyan

Smoke rises on the distant hills
Coloured mists dreamt it into being.
I walk among the clouds this night,
Among the empty valleys.
The snow makes it white
And coloured thoughts are lost on the breeze.
Bright green leaves burst with life
But mask death's pale visage
What happens after we die?
Do the thoughts turn black?
Bring me to the ocean's edge
for I must follow my thoughts
To the depths of my dreams
Beyond the fields of sand
Beyond the realm of the stars
To stop only at the great Banyan Tree.