It's no telling how long that piece of metal has been embedded in the tree. I've lived here for 15 years, so way longer than that. What I see is the twisted end of a thick wire that had been wrapped around a tree years and years ago. What I don't see is the rest of the wire, because the bark has simply grown over the offending metal. What I think is that we often deal with our own troubles in the same way: grow over and around them, instead of dealing with them.
It’s so easy to focus
on the tangled mess in front of our face,
when the real troubles often lie much deeper.