An oak tree in our yard so stately-like in form,
Stood strong and straight until it crashed amidst a storm.
Nearby our willow tree bowed low to every wind,
Until the storm passed by then straightened up again.
Like people I have known, oaks crash in fiercest wind,
While bowing willows live…
Things break when they won’t bend.
Stood strong and straight until it crashed amidst a storm.
Nearby our willow tree bowed low to every wind,
Until the storm passed by then straightened up again.
Like people I have known, oaks crash in fiercest wind,
While bowing willows live…
Things break when they won’t bend.
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