​Summer nights in Yunnan.
​My span of life before me.
​The bullfrogs talked
​amongst themselves.
​Always going it alone
​against the odds.
​And when in rained in
​Shangri-La – it felt
​like a world away.
​But I came with an umbrella.
​And the midnight
​moon for a soul.
​There was always
a way ​to the sun’s path.
​Silent and still.
​You showed me this way.
​Now I will follow the path
of sunlight and moonlight.
​