In Uji, I tasted the tea brewed,
The sencha, tencha, and gyokuro were brewed
Which nurtured by the Uji-farmers' sweating,
And with care in long rowed awning.
Farms were covered with the awning,
Near the park, I could be seeing,
The tea're grown by the detailed devotion,
Without the negligence of minute portion.
(25th, May,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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