Deep Meditation In Winter Poem by Charles WOO

I love the nature more than the high official rank.
Being a hermit, I add my verses to poetry bank.
As the setting sun, I snuggle to the mangrove lazily;
Like smoke from kitchen, I greet the white clouds directly.
Insects keep quiet since they know when the frost will come.
Cranes return to their nests on the pine else they will be lonesome.
It is wise for all creatures to follow the course of nature.
In pursuit of the truth, our conscience is the mirror.

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