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Bamboo bows low then sways up tall
It bends but never breaks at all
The wind can sing the wind can shout
Yet strength like this will not wear out
Its leaves applaud in waves of green
Its shade is cool its stance serene
It whispers truths the storms can’t take—
That what can bend will never break
You say a soul should learn this grace
To yield without a loss of place
To keep its root when days are wild
And guard the calm it’s always styled
By dusk the wind has drifted slow
The grove stands bright in moonlight’s glow
And every stalk still hums its tune—
Of strength that’s shaped by sun and moon
