1. Red like ruby, her branches nearly bled my palms,
As I placed her in the glass.

2. Let her age gracefully in her vessel,
And move gently between joints and bones.

3. She teases the mind before bringing a smile,
And distracts it from essence and wisdom,

4. The worries pour from it at first sip,
Even if grief has cast spells on its life,

5. And it rushes to futility though self-restrained,
Feigning excess though needy,

6. Thus I learned, drought knows rain's greater blessing,
To nature and the body it brings.