Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2019 | Page 84

Cherry blossoms bloom, the flowers are full of colour,
the leaves reappear, this time brighter, not duller.
Once again, the sun shone,
once again, the wind had blown.
They pursued their journey, hot or cold,
they crowned a dead king, strong and bold.
Rescued a princess, who was trapped all alone,
returned to the palace, soon a heir to the throne.
Tucked in Monkey's ear, a weapon that could shrink or expand,
with no match for the enemy, this tool came in hand.
Monsters they fought, Bodhisattvas they met,
the journey was hard, but their mind was set.
The days grew longer, as the clouds rolled away,
the forests were lush - it was a perfect clear day.
The sun warmed their skin, as it rolled high above,
summer was a season everyone could love!
They were closer and closer, with every step they took,
chanting prayers from the Tripitaka book.
Studied at Nalanda, an university so ancient
they travelled through Kyrgyzstan, Uzbekistan and the lands adjacent.
They were seeing the Earth develop, they were seeing it change,
what now seemed obvious had once felt strange.
They were in a modern era, and it had just begun,
to uncover its secrets and leave everyone stunned.