Sukothai

A ruined golden city surrounded by a moat. 

Undamaged stone Buddas sit meditating

Under open skies.

Amongst the crumbling pillars

Of the now roofless temples

A few (barely a handful) of tourists

Wander through the bricks and stones

Gazing up at the many statues and carved figures 

In the walls.

While high above

On the chedis and columns

White doves play unknowing

And uncaring about the story of a people

Who toiled so hard to build this city

Then left it all to the jungle.