Books in memory of trees.

(From Philippine Daily Inquirer)

Byline: Ma. Ceres P. Doyo

IF you read the following excerpt and you are not awed and moved to action and meditation, you must not be a child of Earth.

"The Spaniards called her Mother Mountain, this vast range stretching down the northeastern flank of the island of Luzon like the heaving backs of massive whales. Through the years, the trees and slopes of the Sierra Madre, acting like giant windbreaks, broke the backs of tropical cyclones swirling in from the West Pacific. She was also a weather maker. Her peaks and lonely upland valleys, blanketed with great sweeps of rain forest, were magnets for moisture, constantly building towering stacks of cumulus clouds, and rain. Bringing precious water to the rivers and rice fields of the thirsty lowlands. Her twisted branches and massive buttressed …