Ring the golden bells.
Do you hear their tranquil song?
It quiets the wind.
Ring the golden bells.
Do you hear their tranquil song?
It quiets the wind.
Play for me the flutes
Bring in the accordion
We shall play a jig!
Though foreign to me
It’s still best to pay respect
To Buddha’s statue.
Nature’s golden spill
The bite of crisp in the air
She wears Autumn dress.
Speak to me, West Wind!
Do you bring tidings of peace?
Or whispers of war?
Hear the roaring waves.
The sea a hungry tiger;
Hungry for more land.
There is a sick thrill
In watching the forest burn;
Flames biting the sky.
Bottling springtime
Using a teaspoon of words
Is a sacred act.
To the summer heat
How they mistake your season
Equinox to come.
The trickling stream
Serves quite nicely to lull me
To my midnight nap.