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Into The Trees

Once my father took me to the Coastal Redwoods. It was overwhelming and otherworldly. Incense in the air, and a warning


Once Upon a Path Into the Trees

It was I who beckoned to them
Not the other way.
In my anticipation, I thought I heard
A branch sway, saying,
Certain it was a gesture for me to stay

Incense of Red Wood millennia
From the family below
Crystallized fecundity, Mother Earth
Fertile, the alchemy of Tree Birth
In this swath of Blue Green's glow
I felt like we were one, in the beginning

Beneath the grandmother of time
Who taught the others to measure in rings
Time's passing
Immediately, I knew I had to go!
Split-seconds but my eternity is passing slow
Unfit as a breach of integrity

I slithered away like a snake
Mother Gaia whispers from the brood:
"Redwoods are not for the glory of men
Nor man for the glory of the Redwoods"
She seeps among the damp incense
and says, "Get out and far away"

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