On Chinese Gardens
Joy Al-Sofi - USA
Climb mountains, sail seas.
All nature lies before me
Behind whitewashed walls.
Pine, bamboo and plum
Withstanding the bitter cold
By the garden’s gate.
Sounds from the garden
Raindrops on banana leaves,
Bamboo in the wind.
Cups floating downstream
Sounds of laughter fill the grove
On a summer night.
Here in my garden
A dragon has made its nest
On the lonely pine.
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