"oh tree i want to be grounded like you, to have strong roots so in touch with the earth and to have soft branches reaching for the sky. With age you get stronger and tougher, your bark gets more beautiful, your leaves more textured and coloured."
" Dear girl i may look big and mighty, but do not be deluded in your moment of awe. i too am delicate; if the wind blows too strong it can take all my leaves, snap off my branches, knock me right down. But the grass at my feet, that no one stops to admire. that grass that has no dense trunk, no staggering height, yet it can withstand the wind. so remember this my friend - that which seems feeble has great resilience."
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