A poem for Wai Wong Chung of Jamaica who generously purchased green tea for myself and my coworkers when his daughter Helen was visiting Hong Kong with him and told him how desperate we were for REAL green tea in Canada.
Thanks for the translation help Dave. Here it is in the original English:
The subtle taste
from the Dragon’s well
makes my morning bright.
doing handstands in my warm cup,
smell of mountain sides and crisp air.
With tea in hand
I can handle anything.