Walking out of the Mountain Woods


Birds in the mountain cheerfully sing.
A myriad of trees look vibrant and green.
Having walked across the woods for two miles,
I can see in front of me the blue sky.
Sitting quietly on the edge of a rock,
I watch cranes soaring to the clouds alone or in flock.
I lie on a flat stone feeling at ease,
and enjoy the relaxation in mountain breeze.
When my eyes and mind are clear,
I feel as though the universal truth is near.
Too many human noises and mundane views
keep the ways of the world blurred and unreal.
Where on earth can I find the place
that will please my eyes and mind?
Ah, it is here: a limpid lake on my
left and a peak on my right!