Sunlight streams through a grove of bamboo trees.
Midday
Sub-Tropical Asia
Five Years To Reach Maturity
Vigour and Beauty
Untroubled and Dreamlike
. . .
We rustle leaves, one to another. By each side: my kind, young and old. No living thing will reach as fast this tall as we. One hundred years and more we live. When together, we sing as a choir in the breeze for all below to listen. As the myriad towering pipes of a single organ: thin, wide, high, low, large and small. We sing.