A mighty wind blew night and day
It stole the oak tree's leaves away
Snapped its boughs and ripped its bark
Until the oak was tired and stark
But still the oak tree held its ground
While the other trees fell all around
The weary wind gave up and spoke
"How can you still be standing, Oak?"
And the oak replied, "I know that you
Can break each branch of mine in two
Carry every leaf away
Shake my limbs and make me sway
But I have roots stretched into the earth
Growing ever stronger since my birth
You'll never touch them, for you see
They are the deepest part of me
Until today I wasn't very sure
Of just how much I could endure
But now I've found, with thanks to you
I am stronger than I ever knew.

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