The window is foggy with frost,
As the dew shines brightly on grass.
Inside, people dreak tea and have toast.
The scene is intimate …classy.
Outside, the mountains stand so tall,
And ice hangs from the house rafters.
The Sun proudly outshines them all,
As the country fills with childrens’ laughter.
Elderly gentlemen smoke their pipes,
While contemplating much profound wisdom.
Meanwhile, the Terce is sung by the monastic rites.
Women and men begin the day’s rhythms.
The pulse of the day beats more quickly,
As the beauty of the moment fades into memory.



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