The Oak And The Reed

I’ve seen the stormy oceans a-brew and swarms of bees with honey a-new. Sweet Mother Nature yields a heaven’s kiss sending billowing clouds a-raining songs of bliss. A giant oak stands proudly alone exposed to Nature’s blustery new tones. And the whistling wind sends its leaves in flight Yet it bends not with the wind While its branches twist and moan and it’s Just the end of the beginning Just the end of the beginning The whiter book was held in the younger hand. A meekly reed moves gently in time attuned to Nature’s rhythm and rhyme. As the whipping storm bends its stem to and fro Singing through it melodies Never ripping always loving for it’s Just the end of the beginning Just the end of the beginning The whiter book was held in the younger hand. The remnants sadly turn back a page Of Aesop’s fable lesson in age That to stand up tall without budging at all helps the pride but hurts the soul and makes it hard to reach your goal and it’s Just the end of the beginning Just the end of the beginning The whiter book was held in the younger hand.