300 years old filled with memories, the old tree still stands. Roots thirsty and frail trying there best to keep the tree alive. The trunk monstrous and on the surface a charred look. Branches most broken but some still stout. The leaves not many left, most turning ash brown. Day-by-day the tree becomes more delicate yet dainty. Every year it becomes more ancient. Eventually the tree had to come down. Now that spot left with dirt. lonely dirt. The days pass until one day in that spot a new tree was planted. A beautiful tree that one day will be filled with amazing memories just like the frail old tree.