I Think That I Shall Never See...

.A Single Sequoia Firm and tall Feeds on the love And kindnesses Of other nature lovers Was supported, cultivated Becoming a tower against the horizon Waxing green leaves, which it deposits later as gifts, Among the earth dwellers, it embraced all under its canopy Time passed and with it grew wisdom and purity of thought Soon; sweet songs were sung by the tree dwellers, nourishing it abundantly It was fruitful in return, gladly sharing all its color and splendor with other nature Suddenly an alto fell in with the soprano pitched songbirds, distracting it immensely The alto pecked, vibrating the core, with its obsidian bill, drilling, forever drumming, Night and day, night and day, a steady pecking, of a woodpecker Singing in a foreign soup song language Not caring Whatsoever That it drained The tree’s spirit Trying to shoo it, The tree branched. Feverishly it tossed, Left to right, beating. Dropping all its fauna Onto the forest floor.