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