Highlander - Print -

It is bent. Twisted by the years, sculpted by the winds.

And yet it stands.

Life does that. It bends. It twists. It sculpts without asking permission.

It doesn't warn. It doesn't apologize.

And yet something holds. Something remains standing, even if crooked. Even leaning towards a sky that is never quite reached.

That's what life teaches me through this tree.

That you don't have to be straight to be alive. That you don't have to be intact to be strong.

You just have to keep looking for the sky. In your own way. As best you can.