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FORBEARANCE

Arctic breath coils the mountain,

Rattling the forests’ bones.

Raindrops cling to branches :

Jeweled adornment flung to earth.

Trees in winter lose their leaves. Some trees may even fall during

storms, but most stand patiently and bear their fortune. They endure

rain, snow, wind, and cold. They bear the adornment of glycerin

raindrops, glimmering icicles, or crowns of snow without care. They are

not concerned when such lustrous splendor is dashed to the ground. They

stand, and they wait, the power of their growth apparently dormant. But

inside, a burgeoning is building imperceptibly.

Theirs is the forbearance of being true to their inner natures. It

is with this power that they withstand both the vicissitudes and

adornment of life, for neither bad fortune nor good fortune will alter

what they are. We should be the same way. We may have great fortune or

bad, but we should patiently bear both. No matter what, we must always

be true to our inner selves.