The wind moves through the hollow trees,
Whispering truths on gentle breeze.
No force, no fight, just let it flow,
Like rivers down where time won't go.
Echoes in the bamboo, soft yet strong,
Bend with the storm, but not for long.
The wise man stands, but never breaks,
While fools hold tight till all they take.
No rushing steps, no fear of slow,
Each road unfolds in what we know.
To walk with grace is to be free,
Not bound by fate, but destiny.
A noble man harmonizes but does not conform
Stand alone, yet not apart,
Keep the strength inside your heart.
Like echoes in the bamboo air,
Stay steady, strong, but always fair.