My Favorite Tree

I have a favorite tree that lives just down the street. She's a fifteen foot tall weeping willow - a baby - that blossoms from its parent's shell - a rotting tree trunk, and it stands on the perimeter of picturesque pond/reservoir that helps drain water in the area. At this time of year, pink and white blossoms adorn the trees with thousands of pink and white tufts colored like cotton blossoms and cotton candy.
Someone planted my tree's parent well over a hundred years ago, and no doubt it had a good life before someone cut it down with a chainsaw. The stump began to rot, but it just refused to die. Along comes a new shoot, and the weeping willow continues with its long-lived saga.