The Lorax
I speak for the trees
The morning is cold and the sea mist hides the forest below. Only the canopies of the Giants stand above the clouds. Their lush green tops peering through the clouds that surround them. The forest floor is dark and muted. A water droplet breaks the silence and punctuates the scene with a small clap as it collides with the leaf of a fern. The air is thick leaving little room for the suns early rays. The Giants stand like megalithic monoliths cleaving the mornings mist leaving large vertical bands of shadow soaking up the morning light. Even in their grandeur the giants still possess a soft and gentle persona. The loam in the air is palatable, smelling rich and full of life. A spider works to patch his web in hopes of a morning meal. The sun finds a hole in the cloud and slips to the surface to play in the dew clinging to the web. In the distance a smooth white form glides through the shadow of a sleeping Giant. The small wandering rays of light illuminate the golden highlights of the subtle forms mane. A large Elk breaks the moment with his hoof. Standing as a King amongst the Giants filling his lungs with moist morning air. His crown shows his years, an elaborate scaffold of horns rising from his head. His thick neck and dark mane lead to massive shoulders and a sculpted body revealing his incredible strength. His eyes black and wise reflect his thoughtful observation of the forest. A silk form passes over his eye as a milk white hand approaches his forehead. The gentle fingertips find their way down his forehead as the palm lands gently on the bridge of his nose. A touch so gentle not a flicker of sound broke the air yet resonating so profoundly that all the forest and its Giants took pause. The elk stands humble as the hand lifts, the smooth cool air moving between the open fingers, lacing the hand in sensation. The form disappears into the shadow.
Script excerpt
Written by Jordan Lee Baker
The Giant Sequoia has been a staple in my dream worlds for as long as I can remember. I see forests with a heavy populations of Giant Sequoias as mystical places. In addition Dr Seuss’s LORAX influenced me deeply as a young child. This film combines my forest dream world with the LORAX story. My world for this film is dark and the Lorax character depicted as some what of a forest witch. She suffers greatly as her body is battered and broken by an invisible force. Every day she is reborn clean and new only to suffer again. This dark rendition of the LORAX is meant to raise awareness to deforestation inspire preservation efforts.