Good timber does not grow with ease. The stronger wind, the stronger trees, the further sky, the greater length, the more the storm, the more the strength. By sun and cold, by rain and snow, in trees and men good grow. Where thickus lies the forest growth. We find the patriarchs of both, and they hold counsel with the stars whose broken branches show the scars of many winds and much of strife. This is the common law of life
Rocío (Ro) Christensen
@rocio · 0:12
Hey, thank you for sharing this. I love this poem. I'd never heard it before, but I love the broken branches and the scars. That line was really beautiful. Thank you. Thank you for sharing
Avalon Babinski
@ababi · 0:19
You. I'm really glad that you enjoyed the poem just as much as I did. I hadn't heard it before only a few days ago, and I wanted to share it because I, too, really enjoyed this poem. So I'm really glad it spoke to