The Gentle Bend

A tall stiff reed that sways, in winds that fiercely blow, Low whispers gently rise, a lesson softly learned, Small murmurs move upward, the soul's true worth discerned, Where pride's gigantic oaks, with cracking branches, go. A mild and benign bend, where humble spirits flow, And quiet grace of mind, from arrogance upturned, A tall stiff reed that sways, in winds that fiercely blow, Low whispers gently rise, a lesson softly learned. The mammoth mountains grand, their peaks in sunlit glow, Yet canyons and vales deep, where seeds of kindness burned, Where mellow sound of voice is neither scorned nor spurned, A meek and modest bow, where seeds of mercy grow, A tall stiff reed that sways, in winds that fiercely blow, Low whispers gently rise, a lesson softly learned. ©bfa022725