I look out of my window, and I declare
That the landscape is an Empire.
The grass and the flowers are the serfs, numerous and expendable.
Hedgerows are the soldiers, keeping order,
And the towering trees are knights.
The winding streams and rivers the traders and merchants,
Spreading and sharing their wares.
And far, far in the distance, the Mountain Gods sit;
Majestic and unyielding, looming, omniscient.
Unfathomably powerful and immense,