Acquiescence The stiff branch Is broken by the storm While more flexible limbs Bend, and see another day But the leaf detached And floating on the wind Became one with the storm And so suffered not by it
wow, I am going to give a feeble shot on interpreting what I see in this poem. It speaks to me about change how change is feared but maybe not that bad. I know I got it wrong but thats what i see.
