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It stands tall and serene,
Amidst the riot of foliages
Ever green, reed-thin proud
Soars high towards the sky.
Breezes and winds blow
Over its regal form
Blasts in disarray
Its leafy mien.
In ballerina fashion,
It merely dips and sways
Breaks not in the stormy rage
The bamboo blissfully stays.
The supple bamboo
Mirrors the Filipino Spirit
Resilient, flowing with the tide
In whatever chime.
Comes poverty and pandemic
From Pandora’s box unleashed
The nation grits its teeth-
But refuses to break
The storm may rage
Yet, the Bamboo Nation lives
Weaving dreams anew!
Cries: Better days ahead!