It reposes unseen.
It sits quietly in the forest, a lasting reminder of the Buddha, neither disturbing nor being disturbed. It looks as though it has been here a long time, but nature has been kind to it. Soft green tendrils lay across its shoulders. Its round face beams. It has been placed here, quite deliberately, beneath this ancient tree. The statue sits in silence under its great expanse of branches and shade giving leaves. It is a place of tranquillity, where it rests peacefully in silent harmony with nature. No doubt it has weathered all seasons as they passed. The changes have only heightened this thing of beauty. It has probably watched generations come and go.
Very few visitors come through this piece of aging woodland, with its thick entanglement of undergrowth. If they do, it may have briefly glimpsed humanity’s endurance. It has not been discovered.
It remains unseen.