This picture reminds me of a poem I loved as a child. Something like "If you can't be the tree at the top of the hill, be the shrub at the bottom. But be, the best little shrub that grows in the vale. Be the best life that people will see.
Forest Paths by ajn elemans: "The Ents loved the great trees; and the wild woods, and the slopes of the high hills; and they drank of the mountain-streams, and ate only such fruit as the trees let fall in their path; and they learned of the Elves and spok