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 A Tree Grows in the Moonlight - An Old Chinese Story

In the land of the rising sun, a land of promise and passion.
 A single willow tree stands on a hill surrounded by miles of fresh
green fields, plantations that grow produce rice harvested by the farmers that gather crops which it yields.

 In a land haunted by ghosts from the battle fields of the Shogun empire, where violent warriors fought for the honor of family and heritage, there stands a tree growing in the moonlight.
 During the still night, a breeze blows softly through the leaves and branches of the willow, they flutter in the iridescent light of the moon's glow.


 This tree has a place in history, standing in the face  of Japanese myth and mystery; when all the empires have risen and fallen a tree still grows in the moonlight, as it glimmers in the night time energy.  Like a shimmering diamond, the essence of its pure beauty captivates every one that visits the garden where Buddhist monks meditate, so they can find inner peace, in a place where warriors of the realm once fought with hate.


 From dusk until dawn, a new world is born where the sun soaks the land with gold, as an old Chinese story is told. Generations pass and the tree grows, seasons come and go, as a rainbow of flowers bloom amongst the rocks and grass, beneath lay the bones of empire builders, and the tree still grows, weather it rains or snows.


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