Japan...

Sandbags for pillows in a land of tranquility
Thousands of vending machines in such a quiet city
Booming voice sings melodies of peace through the trees
Mischievous schoolkids are watched from many a flight
These birds, the guardians of a welcome domain

Tired legs greet a fortunate sanctuary of rest
A mere pitstop along the path to inner peace
Aching feet scream "Don't get up yet!"
While the trees whisper chilled melodies as the birds sing along
This shrine has seen thousands of years worth of travelling souls
Whom look for that which is not familiar and find that which is like home

The sparkling gold that rushes past
Under a brilliance of cloudy blue
Observed by all the living mountains
In a land of patience and peace
Not here for long

I wish not to leave here
If I must go back
I wish to take it all
If I can have anything
I wish to keep that which I found inside
Here in this beautiful land to which
I wish to return