In a lofty brilliance once it stood,
Sequoia by the name of Sherman,
The regal general of all redwoods,
Which crown once easily touched
The roof of the heavens. Look at it
Now but do not pass out -- old age
Is a trying stage; it's not a surprise.
The heavenly work has yet to cease
It has become a shelter for all many
Living beings, like the visible insects,
Birds, beasts, vagabonds and those
Of invisible ghosts, goblins and elves.
And when at last it falls to the ground
The life it leaves inspires new outs --
The saplings spring forth from its stub.
Truly, Nature runs like a merry-go-round,
Putting all transformations on a regular rail.
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We are certainly shortening the long lives of these amazing ancient trees.
Ron
treasures.
Always,
Deborah