A single tree, solitary, stands against the cold, hostile wind.
The wind beats savagely upon its scarred and worn trunk.
Yet the mature branches refuse to give way to the breeze.
Her strong base stands as a centurion, guarding nature's last stronghold.
Rains begin to batter against the bark, threataning to scar [her] body.
But she continues to stand defiantly against the cruel [elements].
A tribute and testament to a world which pain and trials cannot destroy.
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