Armored. |
How is it that they alone among the trees can show such
signs of life while everything around them is silent and grey? How is it that they can laugh at the
treacherous ice and the mountains of snow while their brethren have been beaten and laid
low? How do they stay alive in the unforgiving
season of death, and what can they teach us?
Shining, shimmering green tresses waving gently as palm
trees on a tropical beach, but submerged instead in a frozen and icy gale. The Queen of Winter, fearless as the tiny
porcupine who walks slowly by the starving lion, undaunted and unconcerned and
unafraid. Armored to the teeth, a snail’s
pace is a luxury they can afford.