Imagine these lovely posies blooming in the mountains at the base of a hundred year old pine tree. Obviously not planted by a gardener's loving fingers, but rather a random seed blown as the leaves of autumn have died. The trip that this little seed had to take is unfathomable. Surviving a blustery fall and a blizzardy winter, it came to rest at the base of the pine tree. It's tiny stems sprouted with the melting of the first snow as first blossoms faced the sun as if in worship. Hikers passed the small green survivors in wonder. There is a sweet smell in the air....like the onset of spring...with a sprinkling of sweet. The colorful flowers survive the changes in temperature under the warmth of their mother pine. The hot summers could destroy their blooms, but don't. Onlookers admire them and comment on their resiliency...believing that they serve as a testiment to the strength of the human spirit.
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