Against the odds of wind, earth and fire , she started as a seed that was washed by the rain from the common land of trees. On the steep ***** of mountain red , where all rocks are dead, the tree that should not be some how came to being.  

She is not  your everyday green! Her colors came to be in a desert that was once a sea ! She stands tall in this place we call fear!  Some would say that she is lonely up there where no plant has ever set roots; others would say it’s serendipity and nothing more. Tales will be told and theories will unfold about a life that devoured mainstream folklore. But in the end, it’s the likes of that mountain tree that created giant leaps!