I came across some beautiful sections of a Maple tree lying next to the curb on my way home. I did not know the reason the tree was cut down. Looked like a healthy tree from the parts I examined. I decided to bring a few sections with me to help restore a new purpose to a life put out to pasture. Is a life worth more with years of experience and knowledge it has gained? Anyway, it sucks getting old, and this tree was old. I imagined what these limbs thought of as they lie on the curb next to each other – all discombobulated and out of order.