What would I rather be
Adamant, like the old oak tree
Stick to my principles
Right, but rigid as can be
Would not bend nor, duck
The mighty storm or breeze
Stand in my mighty glory
Even if I have to freeze
Push back the forces
Offer nothing but resistance
Even if finally one fine day
They’d uproot my very existence
Or
Would I rather be softer
Flexible like the bamboo tree
Bend over, let the storm pass
Spring back, once again free
Would I consider others
Their views with compassion
Knowing, I could be that other
Looking for a little passion
Wanting to be understood
A bit of give and take
The world would be better off
Lets do it for the worlds sake
