Behold the Bamboo.
Life force throbs
within
It’s leaves
and branches.
Every year it sprouts
luxuriant,
And every year it
withers;
But never ceases
growing.
See there;
the silver drops of rain.
Yet sunlight’s
golden sparkle show
A sunny day is near.
Be like the
bamboo, always keep growing;
And remember - when
rain beats upon you,
The sun is close at
hand.
