In the Park Avenue of the Arches National Park, an ancient tree stands, watching the people and eons go by. The busy hikers, looking down at their feet and grabbing water bottles from their waist; the mothers with children, eating cookies to get enough energy for another 100 feet of the trail; the 200-foot cliffs, which were here before even a hint of humanity showed up on the horizon of history.
And the single, silent tree, which had seen it all.
What have you seen? What are you pointing at with your dead branches? How many passers by even noticed you are there, watching them?