With every day comes twists and turns,
Knots and tangled mass within the trunk.
Yet dare we call this Nature’s fault or error?
Mistakes are only other ways of growing,
Give rough eloquence to what is smooth—
Add rare beauty to the plain of wood.
"Headwinds" ---Fred Turpin's Poetry Blog 
Yes. This speaks to me, and to others, I’m sure. Love the picture.