South Korea

Battling with the sticks of trade,
Swift, the movement there,
Harsh, the beating on the skin,
As they fly in air.

But within, the mind is numb,
And worries not at all,
It rests a limpid pool at dusk,
And keeps itself so cool.

What a contrast to thus find
All and nothing there,
To symbolise, in form unique,
A Universe so fair.

Lessons learned of earthly toil
Will rise the bar again,
And send an indication true
Of Son of God to send.