Juneberry

It had always been his favorite tree.
It was beautiful... As beautiful as a dying tree could be.
The trunk was twisted off into odd directions and only half of the branches had the pretty white flowers in bloom.
If you walked around the tree you got the impression of all four seasons.
Winter - Bare.
Spring - Blooming Flowers.
Summer - Berries abound
Fall- Leaves desending leaving branches lonely.

The Juneberries that the Summer side held were delicious.
Ripe, sweet, plump and juicy.
Finger staining and good for painting.
This would always be his favorite tree. Even after it died.
There would be no other like it.
Out in the middle of these woods.
It stood alone.