Prompt 8 (Write a Gigan)

My shooting bamboo

With pale green leaves

 

It was once greener than grass

And smelled sweet like dewy grass

My long stemmed bamboo

 

I see now such brown leaves

Coffee coloured, whisked with tea

A rich leafy arm may unfurl

Reaching my window pane to curl

 

But lately I see it drooping

My shooting bamboo

 

I see now such brown leaves

The fine veins, starker and paler

Coffee stained in watercolor

 

The brown and green intertwine

A spring of youth in aging wine