Alishan

05.12.2020

Old train
Chugging along
Into the fog
A dozen hills
Muscling through a peaceful forest

Young legs
Trotting along
Into the dark
A thousand stairs
Aching for another sunrise

Hot water
Pouring with glee
Golden leaves
Into our cups
Sparking joyful conversation

Cold winds
Heaven sent
Sorrows and hate
Carried away
Peace remains on the mountain.