In a land that cold winds always howl
There was an old oak not that tall.
Under its shade, a bamboo shoot peeked,
The one who wanted to fight the wind’s deed.
“why couldn’t you grow tall,
stand against and beat him all?”
The oak said nothing But smiled.
Wrote by Thilini
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