Have you ever walked past a tree in your neighbourhood, one that you've walked past a hundred times without thought, only this time to wonder: what would this place be like without this one tree there?
The one tree I'm talking about is a few roads down from where I live, but I walk past it every morning to the train station. Its a large sycamore-y oak (I'm bad with trees) that towers over the houses there, caking their roads with its currently yellowing/browning leaves.
We've been having pretty drastic weather changes here, and I'm sure the house owner has thought once or twice about what would happen if the tree fell one night and smashed their newly redone roof.
The usual solution is to preemptively cut it down, and when that inevitably happens, this place will not be the same place again. The charm will just be gone.