I remember that tree. The old beautiful oak that sat in the middle of town, gracing us with its life. I remember how the children would play under that tree, relishing the shade as they exhausted their energy. I remember how it would gaze longingly at us, wishing for legs to run. I remember how we sanctified that tree, protecting it from pollution and vandals alike. I remember how it would speak to us. “Protect your environment. You have a greater influence on it than you could imagine. It is your duty to preserve the nature around you.” Such kind words and wise advice, this tree must have been around for many generations. It had seen the lowest and highest points in humanity, all of our terrible and wonderful deeds. It had been through wars and revolutions, and survived them all.

It was undoubtedly the most beautiful tree in the city, having suffered no afflictions throughout its existence. Its bark was free of blemishes or bruising, its branches flourishing with leaves, and its roots reaching deep into the rich soil. Storms and pathogens had no effect on the tree, and all the pandemics of humanity didn’t impact it. The tree had given us life; that much was clear. It was the town’s main provider of oxygen, and kept the people cool with its shadow. In the fall, it was the only tree that never seemed to run low on leaves. They fell, yes, but there seemed to never be a bare spot on a branch. The leaves turned many beautiful shades of orange, yellow, and green, but also stayed healthy and hydrated. In winter, they maintained a deep shade of green, with a light coating of soft, powdery snow. The trunk seemed to emanate a pleasant radiance, providing warmth to anybody in close proximity. In spring, the leaves turned a bright, vibrant shade of green. This was the most beautiful time of year, with oak apples growing along its branches. In summer, the tree was gone. All that remained was a trunk as a remnant of what was once so great. Trucks hauled away the lumber. Leaves lined the ground, as blood would litter a crime scene.

Five years ago today, the great oak tree in the center of our town was taken down, repurposed into a large house.