The Air is Warmer Than it Was

 I’ve lived through many seasons. Watched ice stretch farther than it does now. Heard the birds return earlier each year. Felt the soil change beneath my roots — drier, looser, thinner in memory than it once was.

Some call it global warming. Others call it climate change. A few call it nonsense.

But I do not deal in opinions. Only observations.

The air holds more heat now. The storms are louder. The summers linger. And the insects — well, some have vanished entirely, while others roam farther north than they ever dared before.

I do not know if all of this is your doing. I do not know if all of it is reversible.

But I do know this:

The oceans are rising. The forests are thinning. The sky’s breath is changing.

And the changes are happening faster than they ever did in the centuries before you came.

Whether myth or mistake, there is something amiss.

You may not be able to fix everything. But perhaps you are not here to fix.

Perhaps you are here to tend.

Tend the land, the rivers, the sky, each other.

That is what we trees do. That is how we last. As such, a portion of each sale in our shop will go toward conservation efforts.