Being a rock is, though not easy. Because he would keep the sting of a fierce sun shone. Because he will firmly prevent the strong waves roaring hit relentlessly. Because he will fight hard slave blew and struck with a try freezing cold. Because he would keep coming storm hempas constant grind and try to weaken the steadfastness. Because he will corroborate themselves so easily destroyed and can not drift. Because he’ll stand up for days, years, centuries, without feeling tired and bored.
Being a tree is a high-rise, though it was not easy. Because he will face tough to keep the embers burning sun every afternoon. Because he will bend preventing violent wind. Because he will continue to track the earth facing the roar of thunder. Because he will hujamkan strong roots for support. Because he would keep trying to euphoria rain demolished. Because he will always give the fruit a sweet and filling. Because he would provide shelter for birds that stop at the branch. For he will give shelter to shade leaves.
Being pope is, although it was not easy. Because with a little motion, it will vibrate the end of the ocean. Because of her scary enemy will try to interfere. For her silence will make a calm sea and everything in it.