Today I am bamboo.
Yesterday I was not.
Tomorrow, I'm not sure.
There isn't a tree in the world that grows as straight as bamboo.
Today I will not bend.
Blow on me, push on me, try to break me with your words.
Today I stay the same.
My roots run deep and thick
And underneath it all is God,
And me.
And God.
Seriously . . .
Go ahead and try to uproot me.