Maybe I'm odd, but I have an emotional attachment to trees. Not like I'm-gonna-chain-myself-to-it-so-you-can't-cut-it-down kind of thing. But more of a warm, fond feeling for those trees of my youth. The ones I used to climb with my siblings, or sit in while I read a book, or tied a rope around so we could swing to our hearts' content. And then there are the ones that have just always been majestic.
Look at that thing! For much longer than my entire life, that tree has been out on a hill in our pasture, just chillin. In case you can't tell from the photo, it is huuuge. I would need a ladder just to get to the lowest limb. And it's generally awesome. Even stark nekkid in early spring. I just may chain myself to it.