Muir Woods
People bat these words around -
Majesty and grace;
Yet it's hard to find them both
Embodied in one place.
I've gazed on snow-capped mountains,
Seen that Canyon, truly Grand;
And loved Sedona and the red rocks
Of that native land.
But when I saw the redwoods
Jutting straight into the sky,
No words could paint that picture
So I will not even try.
I will repeat majestic, though,
And that will have to do,
For once you see those trees
I think that you'd be humbled, too.
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