The trees so high that bend left
to right, the branches that spread high
up, the snow that lays on their branches, so heavy,
but restless nonetheless, a blizzard or two, but no matter--
the conditions of nature. I shall still stand high and tall, I have
many others surrounding me, different in each and every one of their ways,
no one tree is as straight as a ruler, but intact and whole; that is all that matters really.
-Max Doran