The Bamboo Trees
Beside our old wooden house in the farm,
myriads of bamboo trees are still standing;
Their slim bodies always gently arching
Like bowing towards the earth's loving palm.
I see each little leaf that keeps swaying,
Into the tune of mountain breeze blowing,
Like the soft arms of a child awaiting,
To embrace her father arriving.
Each little shoot that persistently grows,
Is more than enough to wipe all sorrows;
Hoping and waiting that each tomorrow,
New bamboo shoots will continue to grow.
Copyright © Jcb Brul | Year Posted 2020
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