The rock stands firm against the waves
That batter and break with each tide.
But even rock in time will cave
And crumble, being washed aside.
But standing fast through winter gales,
The willow, storm-tossed in the fields,
Has learned to bend and not to fail:
To the might of the wind it yields.
Some people may be like the rock,
Inflexible, ’til nought remains
But broken shards and sudden shock;
Dreams drowning in a sea of pain.
So like the willow you must bend,
Adapt to changing circumstance.
Go with the flow, and in the end
Once trouble’s past: deliverance.