The Oak and the Reeds
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A tall Oak grew on the bank of a brown river. The Oak tree held itself up high and mighty. It reached out proudly to Sky with broad green fingers and looked down with scorn upon the Reeds way down below, so thin and small. The Oak muttered to itself as the wispy little Reeds began whispering in the breeze.
The Reeds tried to talk to the big oak but he pretended not to hear them. They chatted and chattered in the ever-changing winds, passing around thoughts and theories about the world around them. Though the little Reeds tried to include the Oak in their conversation, he would not be drawn in and scoffed at them.
“What would they know?” The Oak muttered to Sky. “I have lived many years and acquired more knowledge than they, in their brief little lives, could ever hope to achieve. From this deeply rooted foundation of fact I have bathed in the light of heavenly information, spreading my wings in every direction to soak up illumination like water in a sponge. I have a broad trunk of wisdom, solid and true, with branches into many different domains and directions. Ahhh…..” The Oak groaned. “The miserable little Reeds do not appreciate the pages of the grand book that flourishes in the verdant tips of my fingers.”
Sky was silent, as usual. Then it's one good golden Eye flared!
Soon time later a cold wind swept over the Reeds and the Oak. Thunderheads rose over the horizon and heavy rain fell till the river swelled growing swifter and the ground was sodden and soft. A great wind blew and with a terrific groan that almost matched the echoing timpani of thunder, the Oak was torn from the Earth and fell with a thud among the Reeds and rushing waters.
The next day, as the Oak lay in the mud dying and the Reeds began to spring back up, the Oak asked them.
"How is it that you who are so puny and small stand undamaged whilst I have been destroyed in the glory of my strength?"
The Reeds murmured among themselves before replying.
"We think it is because you stood tall and strong and stubborn and fought against something more powerful than yourself." The Reeds said, swaying in the breeze. "We little beings are supple and flexible. We yield before the waters and the winds that blow and the wrath of the tempest passes over us."
The Oak lay dazed and puzzled.
"How can you little beings be so smart? I have lived for hundreds of years yet you have lived but a few."
"Communication!" The Reeds all swayed in unison. "One generation passes it around and then to the next generation who and the next and so on."
"Oh Yes!" Replied the Oak, remembering a time long ago when he had been a sapling and talked to the reeds that grew beside the River. "Forgot about that." The Oak said, before dying.
Sky was silent, as usual....
Based on a Fable passed down from generation to generation and accredited to a 6th century BC Phrygian slave by the name of Aesop.
Like the grasses showing tender faces to each other, thus should we do, for this was the wish of the Grandfathers of the World.