Bamboo lane

 Walking through this rugged terrain,

I came across a bamboo lane,

so tall, even eyes couldn't see,

yet some bends to be within reach.

I admired these long trees,

or thick grass, it could be,

few whispers here, some rustle there,

with their sway in gentle breeze.

As I walked on those path,

welcomed by these bamboo plants

either single or in groves,

laden with countless leaves.

A sweet fragrance emanating,

the stroll was heart pleasing,

as the songbirds singing on branches,

spreading joyful melodies over the surface.

The sun shines down the lane,

creating a dappled pattern on ground,

some ants circling through its roots,

over the thin leaves scattered around.

For a moment, I was immersed,

in the ambience of the place,

all the troubles or stress,

simply vanished from my mind.

It was indeed a magical place,

walking through the bamboo lane,

few whispers here, and rustle there,

and a welcoming tall grass tree.