Biding Bamboo
A Poem of Cultiating Patince
The. bamboo. A rare plant that we associate with patience, an apt connection because it grows very rarely. It's also associated with another rarity- the panda, which includes it as one of the few additions on its menu.
It's not easy being a bamboo plant. You get chopped. I's difficult to find places to grow. When you do grow, your growth opportunities are scant.
Having said that, you do sprout with a little mindfulness, grounding, acceptance of your situation and determination. Enjoy these Haiku verses.
The Biding Bamboo
Grows only once a lifetime
Leaves know when to sprout
The biding bamboo
Standing firm in the forest
Grows where it can grow.
The biding bamboo
Knows its place in the forest
That it has rare space
The biding bamboo
Determines to grow
Even in small space
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (3)
great read
Oh, I did enjoy these!
This was so optimistic and uplifting! Loved your Haikus!