25/12/2025
As I sit beneath this towering tree, its massive trunk precariously perched on the riverbank’s edge, I marveled at its resilience.
The creek’s gentle waters lapped, whispering secrets from the earth below. “You’re still standing for a reason.”
How did this ancient giant remain standing, defying gravity just hanging on the edge and surviving the whims of the wind?
As I gazed closer, I noticed a delicate network of roots, like fine lace where the large support roots used to lay. Just above a velvety vibrant green moss that carpeted the trunk, was a wonderment in itself.
It was as if the tree had adapted, finding a way to thrive despite its precarious position. The roots seemed to cling to the earth for dear life, while the tree’s sturdy trunk stood tall, a testament to its enduring spirit.
I felt a deep connection to this tree, seeing parallels between its struggles and my own. Like the tree, I had faced challenges that had left me feeling fragile, my foundation shaken. But I had learned to adapt, to find strength in the support of others. The tree’s roots, though diminished, were still anchored deep within the earth, drawing nourishment from the soil and the flowing water.
