Even the tree seems to be posing for its silhouette portrait.

The tree stood still as if guarding its secrets, its silhouette etched against the dimming light. The earth beneath it felt ancient, bearing witness to countless sunsets and perhaps even to the hands that once shaped quartz into tools. I sat there for a while, letting the quiet seep in as the wind whispered through the sparse leaves. It was peculiar how something so still could evoke such motion in thought.