TRIBUTE TO 'OUR' OLD-GROWTH FOREST

The magical forest behind Sarver Winery is no longer, and the logging continues throughout the back 260 acres.  It's been difficult for us and we were deeply saddened, but, with all change, we are coming to terms and looking to lift our hearts in gratitude. We are grateful for the tranquil backdrop these beautiful trees provided us.  We are grateful for their generous shade casting across our little tasting room patio, keeping us cool during the hottest of days.  We are grateful knowing the myriad of wild animals and birds that called the forest their home, and wish them a safe journey to their next dwelling. The poem below, written by Maya Angelou, speaks to such sadness, but also rebirth.  We'll never forget you Magical Forest.

WHEN GREAT TREES FALL
by Maya Angelou

When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.

When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.

Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.

And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.