So Met.
Why do young moor trees out-face each attack
with ironized knuckles and scars pummeled black ?
Bark, tho\' wind-blasted and knarled stays alive
when gale-force determines no branch will survive.
How can fragile shoots beneath soil grow claws
as wild aim to split limbs becomes greater force ?
Battle of will-power births need for fierce fight
yet if rooted in Self sapling-strength can revive.
Like the stance of a moorland wind-bent tree
so met be life\'s lashes to challenge humanity.