I call her Grace. It was a dead tree that I had seen many times thru the winter. When spring became summer a vine like ivy started to grow and cover the dead tree and she began to come to life. From almost any other angle she doesnt look this way but getting out of my car each day and walking around her I started to notice she was taking shape. Something dead come to life and reaching for the heavens. Many didnt believe it until they drove down her road and saw her for themselves.