The old pine tree <br />leans out from the rocks <br />over the still lake <br />with respect <br />though no-one guesses this <br /> <br />once a month <br />the pine tree is silhouetted <br />against the rising moon <br />though no-one knows this <br /> <br />its roots drink gratefully <br />from the generous water <br />though no-one sees this <br /> <br />its branches murmur to <br />the lapping lake-water as old friends <br />though no-one hears this <br /> <br />except you and I and the artist - <br /> <br />nature<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0145-chinese-landscape/
