from my series of Taoish pooretry...
Did I plant bamboo for the green? Did I plant bamboo for the white? When snow suggests that it lean, it's tippy-tops aren't at heavenward height but, rather curled and frozen somewhere between the snow-clouds and snowdrifts. These icicly moments of serene are not only moments but rites; snow-gifts. So, green or white white or green it's bendy Kung Fu serenes this milieu.
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