The Sequoia
oh! how the winter wind howls
- like coyotes in the cold of night
at the seemingly solitaire pale moon
set high above
in the black velvet sea,
holding the twinkles from wishes
standing tall - proud
the mighty sequoia
does not waver in its
most monstrous of gusts
but instead rises,
and reaches for the majestic gem
Copyright © Michael Arehart | Year Posted 2010
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