The Oak and the Reed

The oak and the read once a majestic oak said to a little readed weakling you surely are with nature disenanted to bear a tiny sparirrow would your powers exceed if but a puff of wind to stifle folk be granted forth with you quiver shake and losing strength so far in misery lean over I'm pain to view your prostrate length I like Caucasian heights give mortal shade and cover protect them fully from the sun's infuriri rays can laugh at whirlwinds and the hurricanes displays by my erecttious men amas as if by vast inviolable might be friendended but as for you your life is restlessless unended had you but grown in some fine neighbourhood famous for forest trees enriched with oak wonders I would have guarded. You even when heaven to thunders but cruel nature set you near no wood led you to trouble as shores oflustroous dominons which little care or wreck concerning your opinions.