Bow Down, Rise Up | A Song of the Bamboo: The breeze stirs, the flowers smile, Butterfly wings hum and play... Waves rise, the river hurries down, Your rustling is the thanks you pay... Wrapped in ripples of the breeze, Branch and leaf all dance and sway... Why would you hold the gentle wind? Your rustling is the thanks you pay... The wind turns fierce, the wild birds cry, Leaves tremble, branches twist and bend... The river roars, ho, ho, it calls... In the raging wind, you... How will you stay until the end? Wrapped in ripples of the breeze, Branch and leaf all dance and sway... You cannot hold the raging wind, So bow your head, and give it way... Pliant, you bear it all... Your branches rise to touch the sky... Node by node, you grow up strong... Yet who would cut you down, and why? For those who climb, higher and higher, You become a rung, you give your all... They rise on, ever higher, And we step gladly down, so none will fall... Your rustling is the thanks you pay, Bow your head, give the wind its way, For those who climb higher and higher, You become a rung, a gift you lay... Lyrics: Mubarack Deen (M. Deen), Amazing Spring, 2026/Oct #AmazingSpringSL #TheBreezeමදනල https://amazingspring.blogspot.com/
