POETRY

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.