March 9, 2012
FIRST, THE TREES
First, there were the trees. Stand upon stand. Row upon row; they covered the land wherever they could grow. And they did. Grow. Even where they couldn’t. Woodenly stubborn, gnarled and knotty on the windswept rocks. Or tall and haughty in the depth of the woods. We, primates. We lived there. We loved there. We were tree dwellers.
Below us was the ground – hard and horizontal. Inhabited by meat-eaters and other toothy types, it was a dangerous place all growling and grim, with rules of the game about which beasts win. And lose. Not me, thank you, I’m happy swinging out on a limb. In the trees.
Well, it only took time, though. (It always does). Some monkey started to think that the ground was a better place. The best place. For us. There was a general drumming up of support for the idea (the first marketing campaign?), and down they went. To the ground.
Soon enough, there were fewer trees.
And fewer animals, as it happens.
Some of us stayed up there, though. In the trees.
Watching things unfold from a different point of view.
A view from the trees.