It remains because I am convinced that God instructed the farmer who cleared the field many years ago to “let it grow”. Indeed it has. It is located in a field around the corner from our house. I “discovered” it just recently.
It is winter in Ireland now and the tree is bare, but still it is beautiful, for beauty has no season.
The tree will continue to grow and will be here long after I am gone. Then I hope someone else will “discover” it again and again.