This image struck a chord with me about survival. The harsh winter storms, snow, rain and winds have torn off this tree's top and branches. All that is left standing is a torn and haggard trunk. The roots are still intact receiving some nourishment and up the side is a beautiful rustic aura of reddish-gold bark. There is beauty in the soul of the remains of this tree and if you look closer, you will see she is as vibrant as the meadows that surround her. It as if she is saying to hikers that past her by: " Even through hash winter snows, I'm still standing here in this wilderness, alone but surviving . Respect me as you walk-by and may you have the perseverance, strenght, courage, and fortitude to endure hardships that come your way. Remember me."
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