CHINA ARTS COUNCIL
Green blades presented to the Sun.
Tall reed staffs swaying in the breeze.
New growth spears stand at the ready.
With their colorful flags flying,
My legion prepares for battle.
I let the Wind count their numbers.
Feeling the wisdom of the trees;
Those ancient, silent sentinels.
Taking lessons from the clouds;
Those far off expansive scouts.
I take my legion forward;
And follow Heaven and Earth.
Following Heaven and Earth
The others also follow.
How can they not yearn to be free?