a path through a forest with lots of tall trees

There are few old growth Redwoods groves left. Millions of feet of trees were cut and shipped across the word. The mighty trees were transformed from ancient giants into boxes, bins, bats, barns, bridges, bungalows. It's easy to look back now and curse the people who cut these magnificent beings down—moral relativism at it's finest. These trees were could yield $15,000 each. That's a solution to a struggling man trying to feed his family. I wonder what they'll look back at us on and scoff. We are fortunate to have any of these trees left today, especially those in untouched, old-growth groves.