How mighty thou art, beautiful one? <br />Where does thy splendor end? <br />Why layest thou so silently awake? <br />Why doest ye dress with such sophisticated apparel? <br />Why doest thou tempest thee? <br />Ye valiant one always seek to be on top. <br />Thy prudence have made thee many students. <br />A tutor thou art, fine China. <br />From noble ancestry ye did built thy character. <br />Like rivers of many waters, thou flows with zest. <br />The ignited flames in thine hands are light to many. <br />The golden pillars which thou standeth on is a foundation to not just a few. <br />The soil in which ye stepeth upon is royalty. <br />Thy bosom are filled with the gifts of nature. <br />And thine eyes have seen the things no other eyes have seen before. <br />Have thou ever been touched? I muse. <br />I reckon thou has kept thy dignity! <br />Why is thy name China, o gorgeous one? <br />Is it because of thy great reputation or is it simply because thy mother has a gigantic imagination? <br />Thou art one, but yet so many. <br />I reckon that thy people are very fertile. I perceive thou art also. <br />Can I bargain one thing with thee, dearest one? <br />Can I be taught what thou hast learnt?<br /><br />devon da poet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fine-china/
