I am a palm tree.

The wind has bent me to the ground. My crown has been dragged through the dirt.

When the wind subsides, I once again stand tall. The rain washes me clean.

I am not an oak, straight and steadfast in the storm, unbent..

Until the day, when a storm is overpowering, the oak doesn't bend. It breaks never to stand again.

I am a palm tree. I am not afraid to fail again.

And again