The young bamboo made her debut: <br />She sang to me a serenade. <br />She wore a crown of silver dew <br />And ao dai sewn of silken jade. <br /> <br />My meetings with the gentle maid <br />Were secret, like a rendevous, <br />Until that day, when in the glade, <br />The young bamboo made her debut. <br /> <br />The breeze was warm; the sky was blue; <br />The butterflies were on parade; <br />While 'round her head they danced and flew, <br />She sang to me a serenade. <br /> <br />The lilies shamelessly displayed <br />Their gowns of every brilliant hue. <br />My love stood proudly unafraid: <br />She wore a crown of silver dew. <br /> <br />Shy little shoots gazed up. They knew <br />Who most divinely was arrayed- <br />The young Vietnamese bamboo <br />In ao dai made of silken jade. <br /> <br />To her, polite respects they paid. <br />She was the slender maiden who <br />Deserved their every accolade <br />The glorious day they came to view <br />The young bamboo.<br /><br />Yen Cress<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/debutante-in-green-rondeau-redouble/
