Silent Witness

When I see old trees, dead or living, they always make me think of the times past, and of the things that these silent sentinels have witnessed. They saw thousands of sunsets and sunrises, they saw bears and coyotes walk by, they saw the cliffs crumple – a little bit, maybe. They were here before we came, and they will be here after we are gone. They are not forever, but they are so much more forever than we are, I can’t help but stop in awe every time I see one.

Do you feel the same? If not, I understand, please move on; if you do, maybe you want this photo on your wall or on your desk. To keep watching you, as you life goes on. Forever.