Druidry Today

I was sitting in the little park between the towers where I live, sipping my morning coffee, when I noticed that the lower branches of the trees had been shaved off with a chainsaw, probably for daring to inconvenience us humans.
In memory of my forebears, the Druids, I went over, put my hand on the wounds and silently asked their forgiveness and told them that I shared their pain. The leaves whispered a thank you.