He sat down in the grass. I pointed at the row of trees that lined the fence to the left of the yard. “You see that tree over there?” In the middle of the row of trees was a oak tree that stood taller than all the rest of the trees. Atlas glanced over at it and dragged his eyes all the way up the top of the tree. “It grew on its own,” I said. “Most plants do need a lot of care to survive. But some things, like trees, are strong enough to do it by just relying on themselves and nobody else.