The trees are an anchor to me. It's actually jarring for me to see trees cut down, because I know with almost 100% assurance it wasn't done with any care or thanksgiving or thoughtfulness. Trees have often been here so much longer than a single life span, have seen far more than us, and still, they remain. And they contort their bodies to get to the nourishment of the light. Regardless of what is in their way, they will insist on the nourishment of the light.
The trees are an anchor to me. It's actually jarring for me to see trees cut down, because I know with almost 100% assurance it wasn't done with any care or thanksgiving or thoughtfulness. Trees have often been here so much longer than a single life span, have seen far more than us, and still, they remain. And they contort their bodies to get to the nourishment of the light. Regardless of what is in their way, they will insist on the nourishment of the light.
I can’t. I can’t contain all the grief.
I know friend, I know. I hope you can feel me holding your hand and squeezing it ⚓️