To the Bamboo
Year round, as trees and grass grow then die,
Bamboo remains vibrant together,
Never seen in the domestic wild alone.
And never fails to impress.
The grass grows tall and motherly protects the children of flowers,
Sheltering and supporting its neighbors and me.
Its honest texture augments its smooth slender shape,
And its long, straight grain presents, unyielding yet flexible.
Segments provide its structure, neatness, sophistication.
How I wish I were as strong as you.
As a personal fortress, more modest than the flashy peony,
The mature bamboo gracefully bends and supports the immature newborns.
A family grows, forming a wall of beauty.
How you, the bamboo, can remain so composed;
You neither split nor break without fight or effort.
Come protect us with your fine strength.