A moment in Time,

Speaks to those who least awaits it:

Rustling of Bamboo leaves,

Beckoning the wind to come.

Green among brown,

Furtile among barren.

How, that one shall only recognize that now,

Its significance?

The beauty, the grace,

Its endurance, its strength.

Yet, one more look,

The bamboo is just another plant...

That moment of Time has passed,

And only when the conditions are met,

Then will the Moment comes back again.