I am from the Carver

From wood grown in the forest.

I am from the meticulous carving 

I am from the bold colors of oil paint

I dance to songs that have been sung for over a thousand years

Keeping alive our wistful affection for the past.

 

I am from a bamboo basket, carried to the city from the sea.

From a simple fishing boat tossing in the waves

I am from hot oil mixed with delicious spices,

Served when I am puffy and perfectly crisp.

I am from the forests high in the mountains, fresh and pungent,

Laid flat to dry until I am rich with flavor

 

I am from fresh leaves grown in the rich soil

made into precious, liquid art

From the artisan who designs the moment 

From the one who preserves the memory of each sip

Slowly completing the offering of peace.

 

I am from the union of silver needles and threads of silk.

From hands beginning in childhood and completing the journey of life

I am from painstaking stitches 

and exquisite scenes of nature and art

 

I am from the first moment of spring when the air is chilly and crisp

From a touch of elegance with a delicate fragrance that is like the sun breaking away from the clouds

I am from the idea of new beginnings and the symbol of my city

From the break of day until the end of time, I am a beautiful representation of hope.