The Willow Tree

The Willow Tree stands by the water, not the tallest, never stronger - Than mighty pines and oaks that grow taller and live longer Yet flexible her branches, her swaying limbs as the wind blows -That stormy destroying wind which picks up larger trees and downward throws- Is cut into a thousand pieces by the whipping branches and reduced to a whispered hiss By the little leaves resistless motion. The storm is stilled by this.