I was ordered to relieve people's suffering
I didn't have time for such an outing before
the calls of my escort echo through the canyon
their banners illuminate the ridge
the sky-dark stone steps feel cold
the new green foliage smells sweet
gullies were filled in to create this realms of bliss
and rocks piled up to make rooms in the clouds
built to conform with the cliffs
they wind along with no set direction
fresh springs drip down sunless walls
overhead vines shade emerald ponds
I climbed through the trees to a place I could rest
where I tasted water that was pure and cool
material burdens I know can be abandoned
but I can't forget the overworked masses
back in the magistrate's quarters
all I see is a mountain of green