Emerald sky hinges on the distant edge,
days filled with vigorous hoeing, idle sitting.
Half tame tigers take food from my bare hands,
and yet, the mountains are still mountains.
A dragons laugh, a tigers roar.
Eight fractures ripple through the clouds.
The Jade Fist climbs into the empty sky,
peach blossoms wait, and wait.
First picture found here: http://www.answers.com/topic/aerial-perspective
Second picture found here: http://www.chinese-painting-mall.com/joint5.htm