[ WP ] A true personal story that makes the reader feel sonder ( the realization that each random passerby ( here , the writer ) is living a life as vivid and complex as your own ( here , the reader ) ) .

Atop the hill over looking the town of Longsville was an ancient oak. For centuries it had stood and watched the surrounding land, surviving the occasional drought, disease, and even ax swing. A whole ecosystem of animals occupied it's knotted and intertwined inner workings: in it's southern regions lived dozens squirrels who, spoiled by it's acorns, hardly ever had to want for food. Nests of black birds, doves, pigeons, cardinals, crows, and the occasional blue jay occupied the space above the squirrels, their nests reaching up until they are halted by a family hawks located at it's very top. 
 
 This tree of literal life was the pride of Longsville. Every inhabitant of the small town of 163 had a memory attached to it. The mayor, Susan Baker, could remember her first kiss under it's canopy; children of the town often played tag around it, using it's trunk as a base; even Old lady Mardge, just pushing 102, could easily recall the grand picnics of her youth hosted in the name of the tree. 
 
 The tree also brought in a good many visitors. Or maybe got those passing though to stop and see. For many families it had even become a tradition to pass by Longsville and take a picture under the tree on their way to their annual vacation. 
 
 *I've got to go but will add to this later. I do n't think I wrote too much to the prompt but this is what came from my attempt lol. *
