A young tree has fallen. Kind of an accident. A creek has eroded the bank that this tree has put roots into. Going by the scene one can not help but root for it. Eventually, the outlook is bleak but you see the struggle and feel a connection. You identify with it. In the mists of a battle for life, it seems the creek itself is trying to finish it all off and bring the little starter down. Ice has formed and the current of the creek is now tugging the tree from the bank. I know it all fits together; Survival and destruction. The creek a bully, the tree it’s victim. Struggle against bullies. Go on adventures and live. Continue to struggle. Otherwise, the balance will be off. And the Bullies win.