Although long lives the tortoise wise,
In the end he cannot but die.
The dragon in the mist may rise
But in the dust he too shall lie.
Although the stabled steed is old,
He dreams to run a thousand li.
In life's December heroes bold
Indomitable still will be.
It is not up to Heaven alone
To lengthen or shorten our days.
Let's cultivate our minds and live on
Through long years, if we know the ways.
How happy I feel at this thought!
I croon this poem as I ought.
8 comments:
Simply wonderful, Alaine!
Warm greetings,
karin
There's something so reptilian and mediaeval about this little creature, the tortoise. It matches your wonderful words well.
LaPouyette...Karin, thank you...enjoy a wonderful Sunday in the Périgord!
xa
Elisabeth...I love the armour these creatures wear! The words of Cao Cao; he was a bit of a tyrant but it's said, a great poet.
Lovely lines Alaine...and the tortoise is very cute.
I don't know Cao Cao so thanks for the introduction.
cao cao is new to me also. i love turtles and tortoises very much. i cannot believe how very tiny this one is! steven
A jewel - no, two jewels!
Just went to again to your post - such an incredible and lovely image with this tiny baby tortoiseshell. So wonderful, Alaine!
xxxkarin
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