towering and wooden

There is a small forest on the edge of Grig that is populated by trees tall and big. The arbor has stood since time once began, since our founding persons did set forth this land and shelter by solemn official decree that no single saw-blade these trees would dare see. Their tops reach to heaven, their roots do run deep and many cool wind-gusts their leafy crowns sweep, there are many pathways that make curvy walks between their long towering and wooden stalks. They would make fine masts but we're far from the ocean and still rather enjoy the quick sweeping motion that they make when lapped at by squalls from the north that rush down and move all their limbs back and forth. We're glad they weren't made into houses or spears, that they have stayed standing these many long years, and hope that our children and theirs then in kind will share of the hopes that we hold in our mind to keep for the future – for prosperity – these unique majestic ancient mega-trees.

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