The Oak and the Reeds

One Autumn day,
Angry storm clouds
rumbled over heads,
threatening the forest and gentle stream with its wild winds.
I am the King of the Forest.
Tallest and strongest of all the inhabitants .
I can stand up
against any wild wind
this little storm throws at me, huh?
We are slim and pliable.
We, don't need to fight
the wild winds.
We can bend and sway.
As the storm dragged on,
The terrible winds became
more and more powerful,
building to hurricane force.
I am so strong and mighty.
I won't bend.
I can resist the force of these terrible winds.
Suddenly with an ear-splitting crack ,
The haughty oak,
Splashed into the stream between the waving reeds.
Oh no,
Look, The king of the forest
has been snapped like a twig.
He has been toppled by the power of
those awful winds.
you are
still standing
here I lie, broken and
disgraced.
Why?
Oh,
Why should this happen to me?
You are too proud, Mr. Oak
Now you lie ruined at our feet
You fight too much against the mightier winds
We know that it is not possible to withstand such forces,
So we sway and bend before the slightest breeze.
This way we remain standing.
Can you get the moral of the story, my dear children?
It is better to bend than to break, huh?