A huge oak tree, so proud and strong,
Said to some swaying reeds:
“My strength will see me through all storms.
I have no other needs.”
The reeds were dancing in the wind,
With roots deep in the stream:
“You may be big, you may be strong,
But we’re stronger than we seem.”
That night a storm attacked them all.
And how that wind did scream!
It uprooted the huge strong oak tree
Which fell down in the stream.
The reeds said quietly to the tree:
“There’s something we all knew.
There may be strength in size and weight,
But in grace and litheness too.”
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I believe that to have no pride in what you do in life is also a crime. Telling others, all the time, that you are the best perhaps is not. This will make a good discussion for your class.