With the recent fires on Maui these ancient trees in ash black and dirty tones take on a new meaning. I lived in Honolulu, I'd spend days walking amongst the trees with bright green grass and blue sky trying to find it's way through. My landlord's moved to Lahaina in Maui and I am yet to hear from them. Are they okay? I look at these trees and I see souls. Twisted writhing souls within. Umbilical chords attached to the Earth.