The elation of the pines was palpable as the wind whistled through their needles
Speaking of the march of ‘progress’ they said “oh, it will never come here. We are a truly wild place”
They congratulated themselves and were happy
But even if the humans stopped outside their borders the global warming was ready to take them down by droughts
No one had ever spoken of global warming in their midst, so they did not know
The pines were elated by the coming of spring, the retreat of ice, when they could shed their blankets of snow and ice and revel in the suns glory
Little did they know the grounding had failed to see his shadow, and they were in for 10 more weeks of cold

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