On my walk into town there is a HUGE London Plane tree. I never really noticed it for years, then one day it was suddenly front of my consciousness. I followed the trunk up to the first branches about 2 storeys up, then followed the curve of the branches even higher. And they curved right over and got thinner and lower and thinner and lower until there were leaves at the end that I could touch from the ground. I was blown away by its magnificence. I can't help wondering what it has seen over the years.
I often wonder what trees see. They've sent permanent hills reduced to illuminated concrete; their friends disappearing faster than one can blink; the scant humans turning into a stream, and then a torrent; houses made from their fallen comrades getting closer and closer until one day they're beneath you; and then a sudden violent death.