Lone Tree

It stood on the hill.

Alone.

Bent over like an old man with arthritis.

A weather worn tree, formed into it's crooked appearance by the wind. Wind blowing hard and stiff over the years, bending the life of the tree to its will.

And the tree bent and it grew with the direction of the forces of nature until it was permanently hunched under clouds.

But do not pity the lone tree, crouching on top of the hill. This lone tree does not cower in the fierce nature of the elements. Instead, it was made by Mother Nature in this form to protect the delicate flowers at its base.

This tree, this old weathered man with arthritis is strong in purpose.