there is no pretense about 2000 year old trees.
they are what they are.
and they are magnificent. sacred.
a presence beyond any words to dignify.
it burns a hole in me that only four percent
of the original coastal groves of these giants remain.
four. percent. of perhaps the largest trees on earth.
all the rest were cut down.
what is it about us that condemns greatness
and draws a crowd to watch it fall?