A lakeside banyan,
is a guardian
to the retreat I frequented.
Eager to see it take root,
I picked up a rock
and pressed its beard
on the glassy ground.
But every time
a visitor or stroller
held and swayed the root for fun.
They took it from the soil,
while I wanted them kiss.
This game seemed going on for good.
One day I saw it hold at last.
And now it has grown
to be a supporting trunk
as big as my arm.
2014/3/5
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