The Forest of Humanity

Posted on September 22, 2014 by The Rural Iowegian

Oaks snap
Unable to flex
While the storms do rage
In the winds of change.

Willows bend
Resisting not
Until the storm passes
And the winds die down.

The oak is badly torn
With limbs asunder
The willow is only scratched
Be the willow.

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I am the Rural Iowegian of www.ruraliowegian.wordpress.com a published author and an award winning photographer. I use this space to speak my mind. God Bless.
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