A tree, one singular tree was all that was left. The tree, a place standing upon many memories and emotions. It stood like a lone wolf, waiting to be saved, slowly withering away. All that was left was the smoke, enveloping the world I once called home, hiding it away from me. As my world seemed to come to an end. My family, people who I had spent my whole life with,  just wither away. Future memories, experiences, burned to a crisp, with nothing left of them. But, the tree, something I had never truly noticed before, seemed to stand tall in the midst of all this. Its long dark stem seemed to pierce through the world. Perhaps, this fire had still left a part of my life untouched . As I felt the wind blow through my hair, I heard the branches rustle, and the chirping of birds that followed. As I looked towards the sound, in the midst of all the smoke and ash, I saw a home of oak, and leaves, housing a family that stood  tall and proud.