In verdant fields, where sunlight streams,
Stands bamboo, a symphony of green.
Its stalks, so slender, yet so strong,
A graceful dance, a silent song.
Through wind and rain, it bends and sways,
A resilient soul, it never strays.
Its pliant form, a testament to might,
Yielding gracefully to day and night.
Like whispers in the gentle breeze,
It rustles softly, putting minds at ease.
Its hollow core, a vessel for the soul,
A symbol of humility, taking its toll.
From roots deep down, to branches high,
It stretches upward, reaching for the sky.
A beacon of hope, a reminder true,
That strength and grace, can coexist anew.
So let us learn from bamboo's grace,
To bend with hardship, find our place.
To stand tall, yet yield to life's embrace,
And find resilience, in every space.