This is an enhanced part of me, my folds, my scars. I am that centenary Sweet Chestnut tree in the park. Like a sentinel I watch. Some of you walk past with kids, some with dogs. Some of you in romantic couples smiling at each other. Some are friends, giggling teenagers and pensioners. Hardly anyone pays attention to me but I am your protector, purifying the air your breathe with thousands of leaves. My old trunk weathered by some many seasons goes unnoticed to most of you while your dog marks territory on me I shelter birds and countless little creatures till the day earth claims me back.