Redwoods

Beyond the grove of giant ferns, The mossy path descends and turns Toward the trunks of redwood trees, Where mountains meet the dewy breeze. Enveloped by the heavy fog, The birds glide free across the bog And burst into their cheerful calls Over the chime of waterfalls. In this abode the giants loom With lilies at their roots in bloom. Their will transcends both space and time, Their thoughts cannot be set to rhyme. When I return the gift of birth And I am doomed to leave this earth, My peaceful soul shall always be Enchanted by this harmony. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com