Looks like the tree got tired of the crowd and moved uphill.

The dirt path seemed to invite me upward, a quiet challenge from the landscape itself. The lone tree at the crest of the hill stood as if it had claimed the spot for its own—a sentinel in an otherwise barren expanse. Its branches reached out like arms embracing the endless blue above. The silence here was profound, broken only by the occasional rustle of dry grass in the breeze. I couldn't help but think about how this tree had weathered countless seasons in solitude, its roots clinging to the rocky soil with quiet determination. There’s something humbling about standing in its shadow, knowing it will likely outlast us all.