Out in the distance, high atop a mountain stood a lone tree. It was average height but flush, times of the season show all around, and from what I could see, not a single leaf had fallen to the ground. Rough terrain encompassed the area, making living conditions sparse and nearly inhabitable. Withered away, shrubbery struggled to survive at the trunk and some feet down lay trees that had given way to unfit soil. All the while this lone tree stood majestically against all odds.
That lone tree stands for the fallen, the beaten, and the broken, breathing life into all that surrounds it because that tree has a purpose. It withstands the obstacles and provides hope for the future when all else seems desperate and ravaged by the brutality of this life. It’s a symbol of the selfless acts an ordinary life can achieve and choose to be extraordinary.
The Wandering-Mind 