In the Spring
this tree has
One Thousand myriad
branches
tender gold shoots
softer than silk
in this wild unpeopled field
Who does this Willow belong to?
In the Spring
this tree has
One Thousand myriad
branches
tender gold shoots
softer than silk
in this wild unpeopled field
Who does this Willow belong to?
Sitting in the center of
The city stands the
Towering cathedral,
A source of faith and
Worship for followers
From all over the city.
It could be a finger
Pointing straight to
Heaven.
In the spring
This tree has
A thousand myriad
Branches, tender gold shoots
Softer than silk.
In this wild unpeopled field
Who does this willow belong to?