Be Willing To Bend

Storms blowing over the meadows and trees Forests and flowers waving in the breeze Some will stand tall, resisting the wind Others submit willingly and will bend. Those who resist will eventually break Nothing but sticks will remain in the wake Though flowers are bent, their colors remain They’ll die, spread their seeds, and flower again. The world is meadow, mankind makes it grow All manner of storms through all life will blow Those who bend will find survival and stay Ignore reason and you’ll be turned away. So, listen and learn, be willing to bend For those who do will survive in the end!