The bamboo talks to me
in the wind
Be still my girl
and know
they will all leave in the end
Hear me out
be calm
This is why we bend
to the wind
with no end
We flex and stretch so we do not break
the wind is strong
cruel
angry
Even the wind,
though,
leaves sometimes
giving us a moment of rest
When the wind returns
we are blown
strewn around
upon its exit
once again
we stand tall and proud
then, again,
the bamboo talks to me in the wind
Be still my girl
When they leave
you will find your way
The sun will shine again
To brighten your day!
About the Creator
Julie Fodor
I’ve lived my life kind of in a daze. Not sure where the years have gone but have found that now I have stories to tell. My kids are grown and the husband out the door, I have ventured off to find out what I want to be. Will it be a writer?
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