Author Peter H. Lee Were you to ask me what I'd wish to be after my death, I would answer, a pine tree, tall and hardy on the highest peak of Mount Pongnae, And to be green, alone, green, when snow fills heaven and earth. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments