Lusong Cold Spring

How sad it is, yet still so true,
The waters hold more than we view.
The seas, the rivers, deep and wide,
Keep quiet worlds beneath their tide.

At Lusong Cold Spring, so calm and bright,
Can hide its depth from human sight.
Not all is seen, not all is clear,
There’s beauty there—but also fear.

We are not all who wander there,
Not all who breathe the silent air.
For nature lives in ways unknown,
A world that’s never ours alone.

So let us walk with gentle feet,
With humble hearts when waters meet.
Respect the depths, the unseen flow,
For there’s so much we’ll never know.