The teacher, at the end of day
Looks to the setting sun
With clasping hands she softly asks
“Dear God, what have we done?”
A ship sails and I stand watching till she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says She is gone.
Why does a virtuous man take delight in the landscapes? Because the din of the dusty world and the locked-in-ness of human habitations are what human nature habitually abhors; while on the contrary, haze, mist, and the haunting spirits of the mountains are what human nature seeks, and yet can rarely find.
FOTO- clarence river at ulmarra in winter mist july 2009