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The Mightier Tree
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Earlier works A mighty oak stands amid the wind.
It will not sway. It will not bend.
The wind grows stronger, through the night,
But the oak will never give up the fight.
A tiny willow stands beside,
The enormous oak and its enormous pride.
The willow quivers with the wind.
The oak looks down it laughs and grins.
"You'll never make it. The wind is strong.
You're doomed. You'll never last that long."
The willow's silent. He dose not speak.
He hangs on tight; he knows he's weak.
The willow wakes and to his delight,
The wind is gone and the sun is bright.
But the oak beside him has fallen fast.
His strength and power has come in last.
The wind has broken his back in two.
So let this tale be lesson to you.
If you don't bent, you're bound to brake,
And when you fall the ground will quake.
So don't you dare underestimate me
Remember the oak's not the mightier tree.
I really like this poem... And I was wondering if you have stopped writing for good? I sure hope not, I know you're tired of peeps begging you to not stop but, ya, please don't...
this was WONDERFUL, as is all your other poems.