Life in Dead Trees

What "dead trees" mean to me is hardly complex, although it might seem a bit reaching for some.

"Dead trees" are simply the "souls of remembrance." The enduring. The "still standing." The dusty, dirty, worn-out, beat-up. The mostly weathered, sometimes wronged, and often regretful. They are the old "shadow casters" that hold their place against new days. They slump, they tilt, they lean, but they somehow remain. They are the hangers-on. They ask for nothing, short perhaps of the occasional a...