Baobab

My dad and I walked along the beach one evening, and came to a large crevice along the twenty foot high break-wall. On top of this crevice was perched a tree; precariously perched, as this tree had nothing solid to grab onto directly underneath it. The tree, somehow, had grown so that its root section was split into two parts; one part reached to the north, and attached itself to the north side of the crevice, and the other part reached to the south, attaching itself to the southern side of the crevice. The bottom of this tree was like a gigantic moustache reaching out to establish itself atop the break-wall, crevice be damned.

My dad looked at the tree, and saw desperation.

I looked at the tree, and saw unmeasurable strength and determination. A true and unfailing representation of the logos. What we are given is this body, (a corpse really,) the ability to breathe the air, drink, eat. What we choose to do beyond these things is entirely our choosing. Fallen trees accept each other, but growth is what they long for.