Random Poem

An Attempt to write my feeling after seeing the view from my old house..I was in Nostalgia

Nostalgia

In front of me,
The dense bush
I can see.
Grown full and free
A twig then is now a tree,
Narrow frame of my old window
can’t limit it now,
as it has spread out,
up to sky so high,
yet bent in gesture
yet so shy
The bamboo grass near my house
is grown up now,
So am I.