How did you come to be here; so white and smooth in a forrest of rough dark brown? Were you left behind, the last of what was once a crowd of those just like you? Or, did you find your way here by accident, blown in by an ill considered wind, left to fend for yourself? It must have been difficult. I see you were nearly broken at one time, and yet you survived, bent but still standing, and standing without help from your neighbors. Do you feel them trying to crowd you out, blocking the light you need, their roots stealing the nutrients you need?
One day you will die, and in your body birds will find food for their young. They won’t ask all these questions. They will just be thankful you were here at all. Until then stand tall, light in a crowd of darkness.
Pentax K5IIs with kit zoom processed with Snapseed, Stackables and Picsplay on my iPad Air.