The giant

It is a giant in the field. The only tree for acres and acres. Someone decided long ago to leave it there when the land was cleared for farming, so it stands alone on an elevation overlooking the farmland and the countryside. It commands attention.

The type of tree or its age are unknown but the intricacy of its filamentous web of twigs is highlighted against the blue sky. They reach for space to give maximum exposure to the leaves which now are furled as buds.

The same twigs emanating from the trunk expand its dimensions and add to the intricacy of the old giant.

Hawks or eagles probably love this tree with its vantage point overlooking the fields. Crows and blue jays may enjoy this perch as well. Do the smaller song birds visit after the larger predators have had their turn?

Despite the chemicals which may be used on the fields, the tree appears to be healthy, though looks can deceive. I would like to see it through the seasons, to make a better judgement. For now, it stands dormant in all its naked beauty.