India

She lays down
Now surrounded by piles of leaves.
If she closes her eyes she can imagine India.
The smells of curry and the slight warm breeze, that challenges the heavy heat.
She can hear the rythmic music,
finds it strangely difficult to catch the beat.
She can see into the swampy forest,
where a tiger crouches low.
She can see into his eyes and she becomes aware of herself in their reflection.
She has dark skin, dark hair and dark eyes.
But she feels just the same,
as the girl she left behind-
Surrounded by the turn of seasons, the death of summer as Autumn brings the colors of red, yellow and orange,
the colors she wears now.