She stood bare in the windy autumn.
Turned slightly reddish in the past couple of weeks, standing firmly tall in the middle of the field.
She used to hold leaves with all her arms.
Unfortunately they could not withstand the gusts and dropped off one by one.
Holding secrets in her trunk, she could not recall how long she has survived.
Decades of seasons flew by but she was unmovable and adapted well with the weather challenges each day holds.
Warrior she was with a brilliant stance, a symbol of stability to all.