In a forest, a strong oak tree stood proudly beside a small bamboo shoot. The oak mocked the bamboo, saying, “You are weak and slow. Look at how tall and mighty I am.”
The bamboo quietly replied, “Time will tell.”
Seasons passed. Storms came. The oak stood tall—until a mighty wind uprooted it. But the bamboo bent with the storm, swaying with the wind and surviving every blow.
Years later, the bamboo grew tall, strong, and unshaken. The forest now whispered not of the fallen oak, but of the bamboo’s quiet strength.
The bamboo quietly replied, “Time will tell.”
Seasons passed. Storms came. The oak stood tall—until a mighty wind uprooted it. But the bamboo bent with the storm, swaying with the wind and surviving every blow.
Years later, the bamboo grew tall, strong, and unshaken. The forest now whispered not of the fallen oak, but of the bamboo’s quiet strength.
In a forest, a strong oak tree stood proudly beside a small bamboo shoot. The oak mocked the bamboo, saying, “You are weak and slow. Look at how tall and mighty I am.”
The bamboo quietly replied, “Time will tell.”
Seasons passed. Storms came. The oak stood tall—until a mighty wind uprooted it. But the bamboo bent with the storm, swaying with the wind and surviving every blow.
Years later, the bamboo grew tall, strong, and unshaken. The forest now whispered not of the fallen oak, but of the bamboo’s quiet strength.
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