A dead Silver Birch stood out on the banks of the water besides the Grand Hotel in Bay Harbor. It was quite a sight or the surroundings should have been quite a sight for the tree – the deep blue waters, the manicured landscape in front of the hotel, the joyous atmosphere on a beautiful fall day, the wedding crowd and hoards of children running on the paved walkway. It should have watched a few hundred people stop by its trunk and have their photographs taken. Few paid attention to the tree or its history – it had stood the test of time itself, through severe winters and glorious summers. It was another constant piece of nature as time passed. Someone had the foresight to retain at least a part of it, though a passer-by walked up to me and said – ‘Few more days or years, who knows, and this will be another tree to knock down’. A pity really, for it would have been a much more beautiful addition to the man-scaped banks.