Trees are one of the rudimentary elements to life on earth. In death, we mourn the passing of each other, of animals, even the loss of our soulless possessions, but we treat the felling of timber without an emotional thought or second glance. We step over the hulk of a collapsed tree in woodland without consideration for their demise, little more than we did for their contribution in life – a truly cheap moment. Fallen celebrates the end of life in trees, ensuring the memorial they deserve and the sentiment we ignore.
What an irony it is that these living beings whose shade we sit in, whose fruit we eat, whose limbs we climb, whose roots we water, to whom most of us rarely give a second thought, are so poorly understood. We need to come, as soon as possible, to a profound understanding and appreciation for trees and forests and the vital role they play, for they are among our best allies in the uncertain future that is unfolding.