A tree will yield:
Its branches bend
to drape cool leaves
and comfort lend.
A tree will bow
to mighty winds;
no scourge of pride
its deference dims.
It does what it must,
and it holds its peace
'midst the weak and the strong,
the greatest and least.
2 comments:
"It does what it must,
and holds its peace"
Would that we were all like this!
Fatalistic, in the most positive sense.
"A tree will yield",but never-vines,
Life's motto in a dozen lines.
Excellent, excellent.
Thank you, my friend.
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