I was ten years old. They were decades. They stand higher then I could reach, wider then I could stretch.
My skin was soft and pale, yet their russet bark seemed so majestic. They have seen the world of the 8th century while I have only seen daily life.
They peek above each other to glimpse the sky. I stand on my tippy toes to see past the taller kids during a movie.
They are kings of the trees, more ancient then the oak, more proud then the the pines. I am a small arrival in the world of thousands people. When I go, only few will know.
But the Red Wood Kings will not go. Not yet. They will be here to watch my children play among the roots, watch my grandchildren vist every summer, and so on.
They are the Red Woods of California.
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wow...i really liked this! good job! i loved the descriptions you used. I could see everything you wrote as if it were a picture right in front of me.
ReplyDeleteThanks alot, Alexis! I have to read some of your writings some time soon!
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