Poetry
Oh, the stories that Giant Sequoias can tell
A walk under the redwoods
Those most magnificent of trees
You must be lucky to stand on the same earth as they do
Tall, tall, taller than your neck can tilt
Their heads must surely be in the clouds
While their feet are firmly on the ground
Rugged yet warm, tall yet humble
How much these redwoods must have seen
The stories they can tell
The secrets they hold in their hearts
Hush, stop, listen, be quiet
Do you hear the creaking?
It is the ancient redwoods
Stretching, they have been standing for
thousands of years
That creaking sound
Not like the ominous creak in ghost stories
But a lilting creak, like an old wind chime
Ah, these amazing keepers of time
So tall and statuesque and wise
Could they be the messengers between earth and heaven
Reporting the goings-on at their feet
To the ones above who can’t be seen
And you think you are so great
Accomplished much in life
Talk to the redwoods
They will put your life in perspective
A tiny human at their broad feet
Who are we, but a mere speck to the towering redwoods
The night falls, the darkness is complete
Pitch a tent and listen to the silence
The redwoods are watching, don’t be afraid
No one has the temerity to stand up to them
These mighty guardians of the woods
Anu Anniah Writes 