Gensing Hunting
I walked the miles it takes
Through forest’s underbrush
Searching for the beautiful plant
In the mountains of my birth
It’s called Gensing Hunting
Walking past striking wildflowers
Through ferns that are so delicate
Past emerald laurels and pines
Amid the ivy and luscious vegetation
That covers the hills where I’m from
For hours on end, I hunt and hunt
Seeking that one exquisite plant
With its fragile leaves and stems
And red berries that top it’s middle
Making it seem like a gentle flower
When I finally discover this damsel
Growing up through various woods
I pull out my spade and begin to dig
Use my fingers to scrap away the dirt
Forming around the generous root
I love discovering gensing on my walk
Through the mountains on old paths
Where loggers may have once been
Clearing a slight course through the
Picturesque trail of gorgeous foliage
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