The Redwoods
Anna J. Small Roseboro
Walking through Redwoods Forest with my Honey,
Standing among the majestic giants is worth much more than money.
Who could imagine two hundred years ago
When the seeds that first fell down to the ground
The two hundred feet up these trees would grow.
The awesome breadth, thirty feet around!
The crinkly quiet as we walk around, listening for, but hearing no sound.
The twin trees leaning against each other remind us that we need each other
To stand tall, so we won’t fall.
Like the Redwoods, we must stand fast to the last.
Oh God, we give You glory for it all.
[image of tree]
