The tree's limbs start to reach downwards toward you as you attempt to place the egg the bird had returned to in its nest. With a stammering leap back, you see that it was not the limbs bending towards you, but rather lowering by the trunk closer to your height. The tree is also getting younger. You see all of its leaves turn lighter and those fallen off jump onto thier respective twigs. The decresing leaves become wet and are sequentially enclosed in small red buds. The tree losses braches off of its trunk as it thins and returns to the ground while the leaves of many autumns past appear unexpecdidly, reclaim their green color, and submit to the same fate of thier decendants. You also notice that the trees fruit rolls along the ground and flys to the branchs before shriviling into the branches that bore them. The tree continues to age backwards and devour itself until it is a young sapling or sprout. If the process continues it will be a seed once again undoing half a century of growth.
Turning your eyes away from the tree and placing the egg on the ground (the nest had long since deconstructed itself) you see...