I am a bamboo,

With roots planted deep,

Holding on to my ground,

Till my final sleep.

 

I may start out as quite a squirt

But as time quickly passes

You'll soon complain,

That I'm not like any of the usual grasses

 

Atop the green mountain,

Upright I stand

Tall and proud

Reaching high for the sky

 

No matter the weather

May the wind batter me to my very bones

I may bend or sway

But, neither earthquakes or typhoons,

Will ever announce me to yield or fail

 

There may be times,

Where I am shattered till dust

Times, where I know I cannot hold on tight

But I will rise to my feet

And learn from each scars made

I will once again stand tall

Ready to survive yet another brawl

 

I am a bamboo,

Weak and delicate,

Limbs thin and fragile

As far as the eye can see

But don't be fooled,

Strong and durable

Here to last,

And won't withstand any taunts

 

Through these thrashing tides,

Atop the green mountain

Upright I will forever stand.

Time quickly passing

Scars will be doubling

But I will hold on tight,

To my very last,

When I reach the sky,

Or till I close my eyes.