The Redwoods
The Redwoods
I wish I could bath in the forest
And jump high among the redwoods
Just to see fifteen hundred years of history
I wish I could hover among the tree tops
And escape the scars of time
I wish I could live near the sky
And witness the world unfold
Like a marbled murrelet
I wish I could sail the seas
And rest in these trees
I would travel in low light hours
Casting silhouettes on the sky
And with urgency of life
Point feather and fly
I wish I could brave weather
And enemy in days endless
From wave to shore to tree
High above this marvel
Nestled in a redwood canopy
Copyright © Michael Moncrief | Year Posted 2020
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