The twins grew together west of my corner on the field, fighting for survival against the same elements I battled, and yet, like a proud father I surveyed the lands and watched my saplings grow and change with seasons. Droughts occurred and I stood still in the heat, my roots pushed and groaned through the dry black soil in search of water. I let my leaves turn yellow and drop early to the ground in the seasons without rains.
One year the rains turned to ice before my top heavy leaves dropped to the ground. During the frozen night I felt as my spine cracked, groaned, and split, but still I stood strong. More seasons passed as I stood broken and split and I waved and watched as animals on two legs, four legs, and those on wings came my way. Noises often caused my branches to bend in search of meows and growls. Many animals called me home and I protected them from the winds, cold, rains, and other animals.
The rains came back followed by the whims of the winds, and I stood strong. Once again the green grass grew tall on the prairie and I guarded those who needed shelter. It was the season of brown grass and cold North winds that took its toll on my broken body causing me to fall. My frozen limbs were no match for the endless days of snow and ice. One night I felt the crack and suddenly the ground caught my limbs and heavy trunk.
|Facing NE. It stood like this for several years.|
|Bethany Krafels took this shot facing West.|
Amazing isn't it, the influence of ONE tree.