Bending Not Breaking

Within the span of an hour

All changed

The sun had set

Only last light remained


When the trees began

To tremble in fear

In the slightest breeze

They began to hear


Rumors of a storm

The big one spun and spun

From tree to tree

About damage, it had done


With no wind present

Branch by branch dropped

The grove’s strength in numbers

Each tree had forgot


Soon only one stood

Weakest of all

Bending not breaking

The sapling stood tall

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