While Columns of lights come through between the Redwoods
These magnificent millennium old trees
Long for life and reach to the heavens
From the misty floor of the valley and running streams
So tall, taller then all the woods I have ever seen,
So beautiful and big and strong
With a network of roots feeding on the mother earth
At times leaning on one another as they get old
I feel a part of the woods,
I feel the heartbeat of the forest
I can imagine I am a Redwood
Weathering thousands of years of storms
I pick at a clearing where so many of my brothers and sister were cut down
By greedy men
And I feel what I am whispering
That there was
“Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide”
From the greedy men.
