The Mystic Shrine

It's underneath the moonlight
It's pretty in the twilight
The stars shine above it
As the shrine seems to be lit
As the leaves swayed across the shrine
The wind blew past which felt divine
I lay down next to a pine tree
It was relaxing I must guarantee
The mystic shrine was old and antique
But when a storm came it never leaked
I wonder how it still lives
Rumors say that the shrine never forgives
The shrine stood on the lands of Thailand
On the beachside that had a lot of sand
The waves crashed up and down the shore
Crashing on the rocks, showing their core
It was peaceful indeed
I fell asleep on a hill very deeply
Underneath the moonlight