Life Fulfilled Poem by Ryan Pierson

As I have walked the calm distances of high peaks and crests of mountains of delicate resistance. I then peered across the bamboo and the ancient trees to contemplate a visa of magic and the beauty.

Sitting in a glade I saw a man, tall and lithe and as hard as rock. He sat composing a poem, and lounging near to him I saw a great tiger, fierce in the eyes and gentle pawed. The fog-filled me with a place so big and so much happiness, and I left refreshed, and died.