This story tells of silent, unchanging forests and of the life history of one Sitka spruce tree, home to numerous insects and birds. It speaks of First Nations People who honored the land and could hear the singing of the trees. It follows the arrival of the European settlers in North America who broke the ancient pattern of forest life by felling great swaths of trees. Our Sitka spruce, however, continues to grow. But after hundreds of years, it too falls because of violent storms and changing climate. Miraculously, the song of this tree is not lost. An instrument maker uses a piece of its wood in crafting a fine cello. The song of this beautiful instrument in turn becomes a gift to the forest.
"This story tells of silent, unchanging forests and of the life history of one Sitka spruce tree, home to numerous insects and birds. It speaks of First Nations People who honored the land and could hear the singing of the trees. It follows the arrival of the European settlers in North America who broke the ancient pattern of forest life by felling great swaths of trees. Our Sitka spruce, however, continues to grow. But after hundreds of years, it too falls because of violent storms and changing climate. Miraculously, the song of this tree is not lost. An instrument maker uses a piece of its wood in crafting a fine cello. The song of this beautiful instrument in turn becomes a gift to the forest."