There's no other word for them...
although others have used
It's difficult for me to articulate
how a living
but essentially inanimate
can exert such a profound presence
but visits to both Muir Woods
and Anderson Redwood Preserve
were proof positive for me
that they can.
The trees and forest that surrounds them
inspire a reverence that lends itself to
long deep breaths
soft slow footsteps.
The reality that they've existed for over a thousand years
as silent witnesses to so much history
I didn't see a single one that didn't bear scars of previous fires.
You don't live that long without getting scorched
There's another word that applies: