The tree had fallen in the winter wind; its roots ripped up, now sideways, taller than a man, exposed, no longer able to draw in nutrients.
The trunk still hovering above the ground, cracked, split. The branches, once in the sky now propping up the trunk. And with futile shoots of new growth. They may take years to fall, crumble and allow then tree to re-enter the ground.
It still looked majestic, powerful, and mightily impressive lying among its own debris.