Aroma of the Past

At this lonely hillside road I feel the aroma of nature from the shading trees at the roadside. No stench, no garbage dump here the aroma I felt long ago today i inhaled deep into my heart. That old banyan tree by the rill wearing a ceremonial cotton cloth for the old Deity residing on it. I wish a moment if the nymphs carry me away, to their old realm creepy. These quaint beings if wearing customary garbs,speaking old languages which from amongst us vanishing. Here at this peaceful hillside a moment I felt the aroma of the past.