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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