Thoughts on Old Tree

Beauty is the first thing that pops in my head. How something that is old and dead can still look beautiful in the right setting. I think about the old tree in my old backyard. The tree was dead and had been for a while but we never took it done. The tree makes me think about my childhood and playing in the back yard. The tree was an eye sore but became the norm and if we would have cut it down it would have changed the whole feeling of our yard. I think about the crazy old tree from our trip to South America and the horrible trip that we had to take to get to it. We had to ride horses up to see the tree and that's when I found out that I am scared of them. It makes me think about how all the ugly things can be beautiful in the right setting. It makes me think about a "thinking spot" a spot that you can go and just taken in the surrounding area. The tree reminds me of the tree used when making a family tree and how important family is to me. My family means everything to me, yes I have the days where I hate them and they drive me crazy but i love them to death and could not imagine my life with out them. The trunk is my and the size of the branches reps the stenghts of the bonds that i share with them, I am closer to my aunts and uncles then i would be to my great great grandparents.