Dear 2073,

You never see them anymore, except in pictures.
You never feel them anymore, unless if your hands are touching plastic.

Take a wild guess.

They stood great, tall and wonderful. It was the mannequin of nature, modeling the best clothes for all seasons.
The wind wisps away its earthy scent to the atmosphere, along with its greenery. Thus, making it sway and dace ever so gracefully.
Its massive trunk of a beautiful brown, so strong and rigid may be stronger and taller than anything that ever walks on this earth. It seems like it could go one forever. So much, in fact, that your neck would ache with pain as you look up at its greatness. Creatures twirl in in curvy lines around its wrinkly, warm texture. Little leafy structures bloom, marking the end of each of the trunk's vessels.

They recover in Spring.
Be hard to ignore in Summer.
Turn shades of a lazy sunset in Autumn.
And bare naked in Winter.

Colors as equally amazing as a rainbow, heights of Earth's skyscrapers.

Still nothing?

That's a shame.