Classic Poem

When the towering heights of the
middle heavens
Deep down in the ocean appear,
How pleasant to see the great
summer clouds
Reflect in the water so clear.
There are trees above,
There are trees below,
Huge rocks and sloping hills;
And another Sun with its mellow glow
The pictured landscape fills.

The deep, silent mountains beneath
the calm wave
Uphold their companions above.
Until hurrying winds from
the breezy west
Sky, mountains, and landscape