Green pines on the cliff listen to wind's language, wind's whisper and wind's narrate
Quiet ravine in the empty mountain plays gully's voice, gully's music and gully's heartfelt wishes
Green grass with fragrance, dust world like black rouge, four seasons of joys of peace and tranquility
Warm, pure white clouds, emerald willows in the smoke, both banks magpies sounding
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Amusing depiction. Beautiful poem. Thanks.