Bamboo
Bamboo I see you
Reaching for the sky
Searching for the sunlight
Catching sunrays just right
As the foliage beneath goes dry.
Bamboo I hear you
Creaking in the wind
Achy, you moan, you screech, you groan
And then you arch and bend.
Bamboo I feel you
Your presence gives me shade
You cool me off
Your flexible and soft
But eventually you start to fade.
But not to worry
As new stalks sprout
In with the new
And the old goes out.
Bamboo you soothe me
Your presence, your aura
Bamboo you most certainly are
My favorite type of flora.
