October 30^th, 2016

Far, faraway,
Steep mountain paths,
Treacherous and narrow,
Ten thousand feet up;
Over boulders and bridges,
Lichens of green,
White clouds are often seen soaring,
A cascade suspends
In mid-air like a bolt of silk;
The moon’s reflection
Falls on a deep pool, glittering.
I shall climb up
The magnificent mountain peak,
To await the arrival of a solitary crane.