An Acacia Tree At Pond Poem by julio tulipan

An old acacia tree
With mottled trunks
Is still flouring with braches and leaves
The water nurtures her heart

While Acacia Bean so beautiful

Silently
She stretches out her lovesickness

Her lovesick arms
Draw a sleeve of clear wave
As if a glass of Spring

Half realm of south and half of north
Care message to each other from afar
At lower part of her, a wave of clean water
Lights her brilliant eyes
Azury sky with white clouds reflected under the water
Breezing
Rippling
The wind's gone away and she is still
In practice by meditation
Acacia Bean lonely for a thousand years
She is scarlet like blood
Holding a bundle of bean, picking a piece
She twists a beauty of autumn
It's only the acacia tree that takes pleasure at pond


17/12/2012