For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree.
― Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte, via Caught by the River
If your town lacks a proper centre (or heart) but you’ve got one site with a teeny bit of potential, maybe hold the power saw before all we’re left with are shadows?