Left Behind

This deadened tree stands on perhaps the most famous roack of all time... Gibraltar. It overlooks Spain, Gibraltar and to it's south Africa. But the tree is dead. No longer living, breathing nor eating however its impact is still great. It still provides a view, a shot, an image that caught my eye. To me it gave me something. It told a story, it answered questions, and all together asked many more. I wonder if I and we, are a dead tree? Despite the emptiness we can feel and lonleyness we hibernate in or the desparity of even having a converation with an IM bot; will we live as legends? Our memories and actions of past stand tall like the statue of Hercules or the brush of Pascal. The funny sayings, the jokes, the games, the pitches, and the tackles are forever imbedded into our minds. But this to me is not good enough. I want to be this tree, that catches the eye of someone that can make a legend out of something I did or said. Despite its outward appareance, the grey color, the dryness and the lack of life...this tree provides a Legend to be told. Are we listening?