As Putin called him the lonely dragon
The future of China, some misjudge,
With narrow views, they hold a grudge.
A land so vast, with history deep,
Where ancient secrets still do sleep.
They see the rise, the swift advance,
But miss the soul in every glance.
A tapestry of old and new,
With countless dreams, a vibrant hue.
For China’s path, a winding road,
With wisdom from the past bestowed.
From temples high to cities grand,
A fusion born of ancient land.
Its future bright, though some may doubt,
With whispers loud, they speak about.
They fail to grasp the full extent,
Of spirit strong, of firmament.
In every town, in every field,
A story rich, a fate revealed.
From mountains tall to rivers wide,
A nation's strength, its people's pride.
Economies may rise and fall,
But China’s heart, it stands tall.
Through trials faced and triumphs won,
The journey long is never done.
So let us judge with open mind,
The future there, we just might find.
A tale of growth, of hope and peace,
Where wonders never cease.
The dragon soars, the phoenix flies,
With vision clear, we recognize.
For China’s story, ever grand,
Is written by a loving hand.
Let not the future be misread,
With hasty thoughts or hurried tread.
Instead, with eyes that seek to see,
The full and rich complexity.
In every turn, in every phase,
China's light, a steady blaze.
A future bright, with promise vast,
Were past and present hold steadfast. RC