Behold the Bamboo.

Life force throbs within

It’s leaves and branches.

Every year it sprouts luxuriant,

And every year it withers;

But never ceases growing.

 See there; the silver drops of rain.

Yet sunlight’s golden sparkle show

A sunny day is near.

 Be like the bamboo, always keep growing;

And remember - when rain beats upon you,

The sun is close at hand.