While bathing in the forest, I came across this little lonely tree. It reminded me of the story, THE LITTLE ENGINE THAT COULD. All of the other trees were tall and reaching towards the sky. This little guy was concentrating on developing his branches and lots of fir greenery. It was almost bespoke of being the prettiest tree in the forest.

I gave it its due and set about honouring it with some fine pictures that other people would see and notice how hard it was trying to show that although it was small, it owned its space and was elegant in its stature.