Hemp—its fibers, raw and unrefined,

woven with the clumsy grace of hand-stitched threads,

etching the truth of life into fabric.

Red wine—swirling within the crystal depths of a tall glass,

its ruby shimmer reciting verses of romance.

Pu’er tea—unfurling, stretching in the teapot,

releasing the ancient breath of earth and time.

The resilience of hemp, the fluid grace of wine, the quiet depth of Pu’er—

woven together, they paint poetry.

They lull my spirit into serenity.

They offer my soul a place to rest.

I dissolve into their essence,

becoming that single, vivid stroke of beauty

within the quiet rhythm of ordinary life.