'Unearthed' After the Catapillars of man have left their stamp on a lush forest now approaching 'citification'. I was shocked, then saddened, to see what is left of the oxygen-giving landscape, just blocks from my home, on a favorite walking route. Imagine how the critters must mourn and wander. How the unearthed foliage must have screamed and resisted as they were being gouged at and yanked from the only home they had ever known and ever should have known...I sit on a wooden chair in a house made of trees on a forests graveyard & wonder how can I bear to face what's been lost to my comfort.