Hear the wind blow.
Don't you love the way grass bends down after it rains? Weighted down with moisture, they gracefully touch their toes while they soak up sunbeams.
Some things are designed to yield to the harsher elements. The mighty oak stands strong and invincible to the elements, enduring in its stolid resistance. But the strength of other things, like grass, is found in its yielding nature. Flexible and supple, they fly with every wave of stormy wind. Then, as the gales soar far away, they perch there from the ground perfectly unharmed, as if no storm had ever made them quiver.
Sometimes endurance is found in yielding to the storm, and sometimes the storm is all wind. It can't hurt us, just blow us around a little.
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