It seems to me we must be the tree, and stand tall in the midst of all of life's storms. The sun is shining. A tree grows on top of a mountain. The mountain - Wild and Unconquered. The tree stands, straight and tall.
Storms blow in.
Rain beats down upon the tree. Strong winds try to blow it over. But it stands firm. Tall and proud it does not give in. I t's roots spread and grow in the rich mountain soil.