The Master Collecting Herbs
Beneath the pines, the master sought,
Her student she asked for a thought,
"Where do the herbs grow, do you know?
Within these clouds, we've yet to go."
The misty peaks hide secrets well,
And in their depths, the herbs do dwell,
The master and her student seek,
The medicine that nature speaks.
They climb the slopes and cross the streams,
And pluck the herbs like precious dreams,
Their baskets filled, they journey back,
With nature's treasures in their pack.
Oh, the wonders of this mountain land,
Where healing herbs grow free and grand,
And in the master's skillful hands,
Their powers are released as she commands. |