Bamboo
If I were a plant
I want to be like bamboo.
People to me will look up,
But I'll be friendly to smile below.
If I were among the tallest grasses,
I will hum when the wind passes.
I'll wave my hands in the air
To welcome the wings that in my arms dwell.
I will stand tall and strong,
And nobody anticipates my break-down;
For I may bend a little
But will never give up an uphill battle.
They may cut my chances to pieces
But not my deepest dreams,
Hope will soon commence to sprout;
My faith, they could not uproot.
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