A Story Without a Name
“Listen for the buzz of the Golden Honeybee’s wings,
Where it will guide you to a lonely mountain creek,
Follow the path abandoned by the hearts of kings,
And be sure not to make a single peep.
Then, the White Tiger’s snores you’ll hear,
Below the bright azure skies of crystal clear,
Walk into the fiery sea of blazing chrysanthemums,
Whilst being careful of the spirit foxes’ bums,
And there, you will find me,
Sleeping below the great willow tree.”
