Wearing a halo of mist

Glowing pink and purple

In the afternoon light

A sprawling from a hub

Gave way to patches of green

The wine colored country

Unfolded as we tumbled

Into our rooms

And our travel kinks

Floated away

As we stroked the sunrise

Stained the lake a hazy pink

With the jade tree green rivers

Or the apple trees

And the thought of wearing our sun screen

And evergreens

Are layered

Like feathers

At your feet

Nothing but a blur from a bullet train

A picturesque

Old teahouse

With a carp pond

As trundled out of the tunnel

As trundled out of the tunnel