A small oak sapling grew on the hill and at first the tall weeds tried to choke it out but being so high up, the rain could give it the water needed to grow taller. The wind buffeted it and there was no protection from its onslaught but the sapling’s roots grew deeper and clung to the hill with all its might.
Now as I hike up to the top of the hill I am able to sit under the shade of its many branches. I am inspired to be like this oak tree and cling to my hilltop no matter what comes against me. Eventually I will be as strong as the oak tree I sit under.