An Oak that had been rooted up by the winds was borne down the stream of a river, on the banks of which many Reeds were growing.
The Oak wondered to see that things so slight and frail had stood the storm, when so great and strong a tree as himself had been rooted up.
“Cease to wonder,”
said the Reed;
“you were overthrown by fighting against the storm, while we are saved by yielding and bending to the slightest breath that blows.”