Shel Silverstein, the late, great children's author, penned a book titled "The Giving Tree."
The book chronicled the life of a child through adulthood and the tree the child relied on and which the adult ultimately reduced to a stump. The book still makes some adults tear up.
Alas, trees, like people, are not immortal. They get old. They get sick. They ultimately die. When they live and die in a forest they support new life through their natural decomposition. When they live and die in a city, they fall on cars, porches and people.
Still, there is something viscerally sad about seeing a majestic maple that has stood for a hundred years or more fall to the grinding howl of a chainsaw. Over that century, it and its aging neighbors have silently shaded our parades, provided color and depth to our riverfront, and stood as sentries as we honored fallen veterans in ceremonies across the street.
The giant maples that have added immeasurably to the charm of the City of Warren are falling victim to time and disease, and each year sees a few more disappear.
It's sad, but it's necessary to secure the safety of people and property.
We understand the reason behind the removal of several old maples from along Pennsylvania Avenue between the railroad trestle and Hickory Street, but we can't help but mourn their passing.
The city's Department of Public Works has vowed to replace each tree removed with a new one. They won't be sugar maples, but shorter species that won't need to be trimmed for utility lines. They won't be as majestic as the maples sawed up this week for firewood, but they too will someday shade our parades and add color to our community