Oak and the Reeds - an Aesop's fable
A magnificent Oak stood proudly by a quiet pool, and at its feet grew a cluster of modest and slender reeds. Whenever a high wind blew, the tree stood firm as a mountain reaching its limbs high into the sky. The reeds could only bend and bow.
"No wind can ever make me bow my head," said the proud Oak.
"Wait and see," whispered the reeds as they swayed with the wind, "wait and see."
Soon came a furious storm. The reeds were shaken and tossed in the gust this way and that way. The mighty Oak stood tall and straight defying the storm. The wind came faster and more ferocious. At last, the Oak’s roots tore from the ground; the tree fell with a crash.
After the storm passed in the morning light, the reeds stood tall. "You see!" They said softly to the falling Oak. "We bowed to the wind, and we survived. You resisted and perished."
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