1. Wearing the garb of modesty is his essence
He flows smoothly like beads strung together

2. When the breeze blows through his boughs
You'd think he was a paddle in the sea's midst

3. I returned to find him with the night stars tilting
Like a pearl rolling, flawless and un-pierced

4. And a sunset stabbed by uncouth
Spears, if you look closely, are its rays

5. And a sunrise with the sun's alchemy in its hand
For the water's silver turns to gold when cast by it