Supremely independent in the
clouds,
this mountain needs no landowner.
In descending to the pass, I use a
walking stick.
Ascending to the peak, I climb the
vines.
In the valley, the trees are
evergreen.
In the gorge, the rocks are variously
colored.
Although I’m cut off from companions,
when spring arrives, the birds sing
dawn dawn.
219-red pine; 105-tanahashi;
64-henricks
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