Bamboo
An Original Poem by Amanda Ortiz
Still they stand,
as the seasons
bring change,
the sun,
the snow,
the wind,
the rain.
Humility seeps
through their veins
as they breathe,
and they bend,
and they sway,
but not break
in the breeze.
Within,
they are free,
in emptiness,
I see,
they grow
and renew,
as do I,
as do you.
