[Poetry] Bamboo

 

On the border of the meadow

There they stand, there they grow.

Their clustered lush green blades

Provide creatures with perfect shades.

They stand so grand and high

Lifting prayers to the highest sky.

Still, their heads go bow down

To stoop on that leveled ground.

How pliant are the bamboos

To take each raging blow. They choose

to bend and sway in unison

Than face the winds head on.

For it is when they dance and bend

From strongest winds they can defend.

Unlike pompous trees that stand firmly

Won't break and tumble easily.

I wish I could be as pliant as the bamboo

To take each blow of trials that come thru.

To whatever heights I might become

Would learn to gaze upon the place I came from.

Created: April 28th, 2011 at 12:44am

Modified: February 28th, 2021 at 6:44am