This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of old, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Mosses are the coral reefs of the forest.
— Robin Wall Kimmerer

On a blustery Good Friday, I took a long walk around my neighborhood and listened to the wind blowing in the tall pine trees. As they swayed and rustled, I was struck by their majesty and beauty, grateful that many remain despite the way that many people fail to see their intrinsic beauty - and cut them down so haphazardly. The amazing LIFE that is in the trees is so powerful. Look at them - look on them - look in them - look under them! So much is provided for us, for the wild creatures, for the Earth, from them. As you look at these photographs, I hope it leads us all to be more mindful and respectful of their grandeur and of the gifts that their presence among us gives to us.