a shiraz tree

Numerous tries, countless struggles, and the infinite scope of fears is what defines this old tree. The tree wanted to grow when it was a tender young plant. Unsure of the destiny, and the inflictions of what may come it branched out. It branched out into many branches each having the spirit of a complete tree. They all grew, and prospered - the tree prospered. Here it stands firm, and tall, reaching for the skies, and yet at the same time spanning horizontally across the horizon. Here it is as a symbol of struggle for life, beautifully and erect with its ugly rough skin. It is what it had feared all its life.