While cruising on a highway the other day, I marvelled at a lush canopy of tall trees lining the edge of the road, stretching their elegant limbs towards the sky. They might be part of a virgin forest. These trees- possibly older than anyone on earth- stand strong and silent, but I wonder what stories they have to tell. What changes have they witnessed over the years?

I find the deep green of forestry a soothing balm for the soul. I hope they’ll remain in their place for time immemorial.