Looking for the middle,
This time through the eyes of comparison,
Starting with a riddle,
What does the bamboo envy the oak for?
Not that it's not hollow,
Not for its size or color-changing leaves,
For nothing, for the reasons that follow,
The bamboo is exactly what it is,
It need be nothing else,
To envy the traits of another thing,
Is to abandon self,
To be nothing,
Which isn't a bad thing,
'less you're not talking about finding peace,
You must be sure you know your true being.