The Guardian
/On a remote hill
high above the sea
lies the body of a man
sunk in eternal slumber
Walk softly as you pass by
do not disturb his solitary soul
that lingers there to watch
over his perished form
Though weeds blanket
his earthly grave
wildflowers bloom
in bright profusion
and birdsong
softens the desolation
A single bristlecone pine
stands as a faithful guardian
enduring through the ages
while the mountain
slowly wears away
By Shih-Fang Wang
From: United States