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Old Redwood Tree

I watch the sunrise Skies spread wide and bright, as the hiding night slowly slinks away. From lofty, misty highs, my teary eyes see fog and vapour chased by morning's gaze. Stale shadow covers shrink and disappear, 'til crisp, clean air around me lingers as I sway. Together we are, breathing as one, feeding the world and fed by the sun, yet each tree we are one hand bound in earthy glove, and one held high and open – free. My branches to the wind bend and shake; a thousand sails sailing daylight's shoreless lake. I've seen beasts and mice and bugs play and live in the forest rug of leaves and mud and twigs and dew that fall from me, and them, and you. And I've seen endless plants grow up, and die; though none get so tall as I, the Great old redwood tree. And should sky's tired wings seek rest, my arms will stretch to meet them; leafy hands round all will bow til sun should rise again. Then, warm light gently through my fingers dapples, morning melodies ring out, and bid my buds to come to flower, gracefully, til Comes the autumn hour .


Old Redwood Tree