Lonely Tree
Our long journey has taken us thousands of miles across the changing landscape. We drive and traverse this winding ribbon of concrete, passing lush, green grasses of the plains as majestic mountains loom ever present in the distance. We crest and fall, twist and turn when it suddenly appears, a single, solitary tree, so full of life, limbs and leaves standing by the side of the road, alone in the middle of nowhere surrounded by miles of grain and perched high awaiting tired wings. This lonely tree is a survivor out here far from its companions that once stood stoically by its side. Do its roots continue to reach out for these fallen brethren? I've read where trees communicate with other trees, giving life to them by sharing vital nutrients. A sort of silent communal society. I snap a picture just in time before we pass it by. Justice, the picture fails to provide. Its branches reaching far and wide. I don't recall where I exactly stumbled upon this marvelous