This Littlefield Pine tree is so gigantic in size. It makes me feel like an ant next to a human. I feel so small. How many individual needles are on this giant tree? A million? More? Each tiny branch has so many needles and there are so many branches. What would it be like to be this tree, sitting here day and night? I would continuously hear the ringing of the chimes from the tower and everyday at 1:00 I would hear a song or two. I must be very careful not to let my branches near the bay windows of the beautiful Littlefield home. So carefully I wrap myself around the corner of the house stretching my branches out as if to say, "I will protect you from the fast-paced, modern architecture!" What about all the cars? They zoom by, hardly noticing me at all. I wonder just how many people see me in all my splendor? I constantly compete with the beauty of the Battle Oaks across the street. So many people stop to look at those in awe but rarely at me. When people do stop to stare my direction, they usually point out the fascinating architecture of the Littlefield House beside me. They don't realize that I add so much to the scene. Imagine me gone. Would this house be so rare or would it look like it is missing something, some decoration that gives its age? A giant tree like me can't be grown overnight. It takes years upon years to create a masterpiece this gigantic. Next time you pass my way, please notice me in all my natural beauty and think about how many creatures depend on my being. My branches lie close to the ground welcoming all who come near. The squirrels rest in me, as a place of comfort and protection. The are not afraid of me even though I am more than 5,000 times their size. I am gentle and peaceful. My brances are sturdy and the wind barely moves them...just pay close attention.