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upon a time, in the tangled Forest of Decision there stood a proud Oak.
All the vegetation around him thought him kind and patient which he always
tried to be. Also they thought him strong and healthy, which he did look
in the summer. But more importantly than looking strong on the outside
he had, due to his age, an inner strength and wisdom.
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day as dark clouds massed and tumbled across the sky in a desperate race
to swallow the sun, a young slim, sweet, blade of grass looked up and
said to him. "Mighty Oak you appear very strong and stand your ground
but, if the powerful winds of change were to come then you would eventually
be blown to the ground. Where as I, a blade of grass would not. For I
am able to bend with the wind".
es" said the Oak, "that
is indeed true. But if I was to be blown down, crashing upon the ground,
then my acorns would spill, spread, and in time spring up and become as
mighty trees who all will come to admire. Where as you, small blade of
grass who can cut like a knife but prefers to keep sweet, bend with the
wind and shiver at the slightest breeze. You will, because of your reluctance
to stand firm, be forever trodden under foot.
