Rolling soft slopes in the color of jade,
Sturdy green trees all surmounting their crests,
Descend while shimmering grass waves in the shade,
Down to the bed where the stream gently rests.
Velvet moss blankets the stones smooth and round
As clear crystal flows over coppery sand;
The richest of treasures here may be found,
In rivers, forests, and all the wild land.
--2002
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