I light the lamp and take a chance,
Leaving waste and the city’s sleep behind.
I search for secrets buried deep,
Where the fishtail peak dips silver toes,
Into a mirror of jade.
Turquoise ripples softly fade,
Where a deeper silence is released.
There, in alabaster stillness,
The fishtail touches my breath.
A shimmering mirror, a verdant embrace,
Reflecting the calm of nature’s face.
Great and wide, with a rhythmic tide,
Where peace, quiet, and lonely kites collide.