THE OAK AND THE REEDS
 A GIANT OAK stood near a
brook in which grew some slender
Reeds. When the wind blew, the
great Oak stood proudly upright
with its hundred arms uplifted to
the sky. But the Reeds bowed
low in the wind and sang a sad
and mournful song.
"You have reason to complain," said the Oak. "The
slightest breeze that ruffles the surface of the water makes you bow
your heads, while I, the mighty
Oak, stand upright and firm
before the howling tempest."
"Do not worry about us,"
replied the Reeds. "The winds
do not harm us. We bow before
them and so we do not break.
You, in all your pride and strength,
have so far resisted their blows.
But the end is coming."
As the Reeds spoke a great
hurricane rushed out of the north.
The Oak stood proudly and fought
against the storm, while the yielding Reeds bowed low. The wind
redoubled in fury, and all at once
the great tree fell, torn up by the
roots, and lay among the pitying
Better to yield when it is folly to resist, than to resist stubbornly and be destroyed.