Silverfish

Transience

Things become quite inconvenient at times but don't let it overcome your vigor.

The wind will press against overgrown oak and its branches will bend and bow, but they dare not break.

For this particular tree grows upon the most precarious of cliffs in the forest, with all of the forces of nature barreling against its dense base with incredulous vivacity.

Even terrible, electric storms summon hungry lighting down upon the oak's middle; striking the bark with blistered wood and thick valleys.

And after this storm came a greedy sickness, a plague that destroyed all other systems surrounding that forest. The smell of decay consumed the forest; animals starved, water poisoned. This disease even touched the oak as well, but with a beautiful persistence the tree continued not to waiver.

It remains tall, vigilant, with a sort of responsibility to guard the rest of its kingdom. A necessary reign transcending beyond the temporary laments of the world.