Grandpa, grandpa.
What, what??
Will I grow up to be big and strong like you?
I sure hope so son.
Well, why wouldn’t I grandpa?
Well, unless something is done soon big old trees like me will be nothing like a memory, like the giants in the old fairy tales.
But grandpa, what would the forest be without big old trees like you?
I think they call it a tree farm son….
A tree farm is not a forest….
(Text courtesy The Media Foundation.)