"Lightning snap, thunder pound, fire from spark, burn to ground. Still I stand.
Wind has pushed, waters flood, waves will punch sand to mud. Still I stand.
Limbs are cut, climb my bones. Bark once spry, dead like stone. Still I stand.
Sun has bleached, air has dried, years will pass, days collide. Still I stand.
Forest quiet, mountain sleep, fade to dusk, rooted deep. Still I stand."
- Lauren E Furman
Inspired by an old tree I came across while camping in Stave Lake, BC.
