For many years, there was one tree at the river bank that loomed above all others. A proud tree. As time passed, he lost his leaves for good, but not his stature.
Though he would, from time to time, lose a limb he still would befriend the birds. One particular rainy afternoon, he was seen hosting so many birds that needed him for a perch so they could rest a fluff their feathers of the wet rain.
Many a time we would train our binoculars up into his heights to get a better look at an osprey gazing down onto the river in search of its next tasty fish.
Sadly, this past week he laid down to rest, shattering his few remaining limbs. He will be missed.