Weathered Pine

A single tree stands, tall and cold, in a wide and grassy field peppered with stones. Situated in the distance is a grouping of trees, collectively sheltering one another. They serve as a reminder to the lone pine; he is alone. His limbs are now bent and misshapen by harsh winds – hauntingly disfigured from what once was. Yet still he stands, ungiving to the tempting ground, to lie down and sleep. His roots only digging deeper into the lamenting soil, securing his fate to continue and not die.



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