Being

Gnarled silhouette
                    perching precariously upon the craggy cliff.
Defying the odds
     of a world that says
     it should not be there.
Roots digging,
                grasping,
                       clinging,
Fierce determination
     to thrive.
Winds pummel the delicate branches mercilessly
     trying to tear them
      from their roots;
It remains steadfast.
Delicate, fragile, a beauty
     one regards with reverence.
Inner strength which the eye
     cannot behold.
Wisdom within
     it’s knotted branches;
God’s whisper upon the Earth.

-J.H. Schmidt

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