The Bamboo Sways

Updated on August 31, 2017

Straight blows from the gust

Roughly touching those fields.

Creating storms of dust

As plants bend like shields.

Humbly bowing before the strong

It never seems to break.

To think that nothing will go wrong

Give in as much as you take.

As leaves rustle like a hand,

The great strong wind commands.

Bend by the river, bend by the land,

Returning back to how it stands.

© 2017 Delver J


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