Two souls met under the banyan tree
And dreamed of what they are going to be
They dreamed of green
They dreamed of sheen
They dreamed of light
And of the, end of night.
As lonesome warriors they set about
To conquer the world
They had it at their feet
With courtiers next to them to greet.
They became the heads of the fairy tales
Their name echoed in hills and vales
They were there and so was the tree
Only their minds wandered free
Filling with their dreams
The gaps between the stars.
Soon their minds were devoid of dreams
Their hands devoid of work
And they searched for some shadows to lurk.