Solitude is my inspiration.. my muse
alone on the mountains.. I seclude.
Whispering wind sprites tickle my ears,
They have given me my ideas.. for years.

Several secluded areas meet my needs,
I come to think here holding my beads.
Enlightenment spreads into my sight,
I will use this knowledge with great delight.

A new sought ambition passed down the line,
Many new lessons to teach students of mine.
New stories are bound to the pages,
To meet up with those written in the ages.

Without inspiration from my special bridges,
Running above streams in the rock's ridges,
My live would have no meanings you see..

These stories would still be a tree.