Green stalks bend, not break,
Purity, strength in their form,
Princess in the light.
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In lands of rising sun's embrace,
Where ancient whispers interlace,
The bamboo stands, a verdant sign,
Of strength that bends, yet stays entwined.
Resilience its whispered name,
Purity's gentle, flickering flame,
A symbol born of nature's art,
The strength held deep within the heart.
Through trials faced and storms endured,
Its graceful form remains assured,
A testament to inner might,
That conquers darkness, finds the light.
The "Tale of Bamboo Cutter" told,
A princess found, in days of old,
Within a stalk, a radiant gleam,
A magic born, a waking dream.
So let the bamboo's lesson ring,
Of hope that fragile branches bring,
That even bending, we can rise,
With strength reflected in our eyes.