Walking through the woods, many times you will come across limbs that have fallen, and are slowly being eroded back into the soil to nourish other plants and complete the cycle of life. My wife and I were out walking through a field, and I saw the remains of this tree standing at the edge of the field, surrounded by luscious growth and foliage. It made me wonder how old the tree was, and what had caused it to die. Was it struck by lightning? Was it being consumed by termites? Yet no matter what had caused it, the tree was still standing, refusing to just fade away into memory. It stood proud, and was a stark contrast to all the others around it. Solitary. Proud. Defiant.