Sequoia Drive

Sequoia tower like our parents at a party.
We, the little ones, barely tugging at their knees,
Their calves like these trunks,
So wide and hard to our soft little hands.
Their sky a distant blue canvas
blotted out by their high balls of jade
how dandelions must look to an ant.

Such grandeur in these stands, such power.
This is Old Forest, ancient growth,
harnessed energy of immense restraint.
Masters of the arbored arts bowing only to man,
their russet ankles stout as planks of granite,
these gentle giants of the coastal ridge.
peaceful warriors of their fragile domain.