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“The green reed which bends in the wind is stronger than the mighty oak which breaks in a storm.” ― Confucius

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Reeds Of Innocence – Poem by William Blake

Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:

‘Pipe a song about a Lamb!’
So I piped with merry cheer.
‘Piper, pipe that song again;’
So I piped: he wept to hear.

‘Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;
Sing thy songs of happy cheer!’
So I sung the same again,
While he wept with joy to hear.

‘Piper, sit thee down and write
In a book that all may read.’
So he vanish’d from my sight;
And I pluck’d a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,
And I stain’d the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.

William Blake
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In Autumn you can take one maple leaf and see almost all the colours of the rainbow in it – although you would need your imagination to see blue. (Dorthe Eisenhardt)

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Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life ! 
The evening beam that smiles the clouds 
away, 
And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray.