Whenever I went to town I would pass this tree standing in a field. It no longer had fresh leaves and it seemed that other growing bushes were taking over.
And then, one day, as I passed the tree this was all that there was. The tree had been felled, it was no longer standing tall and firm. This was two years ago, but the remains are still there, left in the field for nature to do its work. In a last effort it even produced some green leaves.RDP Tuesday: Sawyer