ON the bank of a river grew a tall Oak Tree.
It stood with its roots firm in the ground,
and its head high in the air, and said to itself:
"How strong I am! Nothing shall make
me bow. I look down upon all the other trees."
But one day there was a storm. The terri-
ble unseen wind came and struck the proud
Oak. Crash! went the trunk, down came all
the beautiful branches, and the Tree fell into
the river. As the water carried it away, it
passed by a Reed that grew on the bank.
The little Reed stood up tall and slender, and
looked at the poor broken Tree.
"O Reed," said the Tree, "how did it happen
that you were not broken down and spoiled
when the wind came? You are so little and
weak, and I was so strong and proud."
"Ah! poor Tree," said the Reed, "that is
just the reason that the wind did not hurt me.
I bent low until it had gone by, but you stood
stiff, and tried to stop it on its way. No one
can stop the wind.
2007-04-20
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