December 29th, 2020


Just happened to plant you
To get some shade;
You flourished fully,
Surpassing the other trees.
When moonlight is cold,
There a pair of doves sleep;
When winds die down,
There one cicada sings.
Reflected below,
Your colors enhance
The moss's green;
Living here in poverty,
Few visitors ever come;
I rely on you to console my heart.

Weng Chuan (d.1214)