The trees are different species, (Douglas Fir on the left, and Limber Pine on the right) but they've been sitting on this ridge "like bookends", companions through summer and winter, probably for well over 100 years.
They've seen a lot of things change as they hung out together, admiring the view.
But fortunately for them, in this remote location,
a lot has remained exactly the same.
Lyrics to song:
Old friends, old friends sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blowin' through the grass
Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends.
Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends.
Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a parkbench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy.
Old friends, memory brushes the same years, silently sharing the same fears.