Encroachment. On both sides of the water. Nothing holds them back. Nature had attempted a comeback from previous industry but commerce quickly stepped in and stopped that. As usual, the almighty dollar thinking it knows better. Echoing: Green is gold. Green is gold.
Common sense fails. The sounds of progress and a quick buck got to them. Just another former wasteland they say. Better than into the forest just past they say…
But it is going into the forest just past. Encroachment is on all sides.
The Stawamus Chief looks down and sees past the fools gold. He sees the forest being encroached upon from all directions. Freshly fallen trees cleared to make space. Out of our view. Without our knowing. Or is it our willful ignorance? Sometimes, it is easier to “not know.”
Stawamus notices the tips of the buildings that are quickly reaching for its base, as if begging for attention; already, their lights compete with the stars.
Stawamus understands time better than any of us. Having stood so tall and observant for so long. Quietly witnessing the madness of past and present years unfold. He sometimes chuckles at the tomfoolery below. To the point he loses a little bit of himself and crumbles tears of granite.