A path of white lilies leads up to a small wooden building The grass scented summer breeze welcomes guests through the open window Hot spring smoke greets the white clouds in the clear blue sky Fresh fruit and small cups of warm milk tea on the table A gray tabby stretches its back and yawns on the window sill Yang Ming Mountain beckons contentment within me, and puts all anxieties to sleep
The fourth poem in my poetry collection "Calls of the Magpie and Eagle"
There's this small café on Yang Ming mountain and it is my favorite spot in the national park. This place is like something out of a studio ghibli movie.