Far away in the pristine wild
there lived a BEAUTIFUL child
up the flowery hills she goes
down the singing brooks she shows
no fear of wild creatures in the night
she smiles at the most scary sight
she was born among the bamboos
and she lives in a house made of bamboos
she picks the bamboo shoots
and sell them on the sylvan roads
at sunrise her dad cuts bamboos of the valley
and she creates beautiful bamboo utilities
basket chair bed fork and so many
once i broke my guitar string
so i strolled to her lawn on a day of SPRING
she smiled and made me a bamboo flute
and asked me to play it to soothe
the noon-tide bees and butterflies
ahh the music sounded like that of paradise
my music did make her heart merry
so she beg me to tarry
in a while she presents me an exotic food
a delicious dish of bamboo shoots
with bamboo fork on a bamboo plate
served on a beautiful bamboo mat
to rich cities and great towns iv been
but she was the happiest child iv ever seen
creating happiness for herself and the country-folks
i have much more to tell
about the bamboo kid and her DREAM
BUT I guess id continue on my next blog...
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