They Could Not Well Describe Him

I met with the tree and asked it
How did you grow so well and olive?
But it looked down and waved at me
Plunge some fruits into my basket
So I left in still

I met with the ocean and asked it
How did you brim up to the beach?
But it splashed a shower on me
Filled up water in my bucket
So I left drenched, too

I met with the mountains, wind and sky
Birds of the air, fishes and beasts
But none with a word or the scribe
Could spill the beans well to me
So I left amazed.

Tochi