Happy tears cried the clouds.

Very spacious, puffy, and proud.

A little rhizome drank of it’s cup.

Only one way to go! Up.

The wind blew in and up came the sprout.

Vascular bundles hollowed the rhizome out.

Stout and upright like a vertebrate.

Deeply rooted like a pupil to a sensei.

Fermented for all you’ve been through.

Cheers to Bamboo.