BAMBOO

 

 

Bamboo – nature labored, creating

Its own outward form of perfection.

 

The honor of being admired

Was breathed into its foundation.

 

Bamboo, for the everyday people,

Is supper and shadow and shelter;

 

For the eyes and the heart of a poet

It’s change from a deep insufflation.

 

Just look at its stem growing swiftly,

Resembling feelings of rapture,

 

Adorned with the grace of its leaves,

Refined with a maidenly stature.

 

Go sit by the pond, overgrown —

Its rustle will bring you elation.

 

Sip wine from the cup, as you marvel

At nature’s amazing creation