The forest of sequoias:
the full forest
of sequoias
knowing of past
times
from their childhood.
they have spent
their lives,
standing tall,
through the wind
of a foreign evil.
The trunks,
strong, full of life,
support the body.
A deep reddish
hue
dances on
the bark,
the skin of the heart,
its huge,
fragile heart,
of an old leader,
among other
leaders,
living naturally,
surpassing any
synthetic based
life.
they live gracefully,
with the bottoms
of fluffy cotton
clouds.
Piercing the
ears of the blue sky,
speaking to god,
louder than words,
can ever express.
Bloodwater
pulsated through
the trees spongy
arteries,
outward to the receivers.
Roots,
for a reason unknown,
need to grasp
an unfair earth.
Growing deeper
deadening
its heavy goals,
yet blessing
the grains of
a living spirit.
Peering over
all other things
only birds are
higher.
Yet lower things,
with bigger minds,
posses a borrowed
power,
to see ever farther
than the bird.
Whose presence in
the sky
carresses
a hopeful
belief,
a faith with
white wings.
Gliding somehow
in an upward spiral
closer to freedom.
Closer to his kingdom.
He leads us there,
above
the leader trees
to watch them,
with their
unfortunate roots,
burn to dust,
as if it were
nothing at all.
Yet we cover
our eyes with
our hands,
not looking for
the burning flesh
of the earthly,
but more importantly,
not looking for
help from
the highest being,
who leads his
beautiful hand to
bring us up to his
home,
his kingdom at
the sumit,
cliffs surrounding.We climb hopelessly,
trying to make it
on out own.
stopping for a drink,
not knowing the
quenching power of
his love,
the only thing that
can get us closer to
his goal.
Among the amazing
sequoias,
we stand in splender,
in awe of their power,
yet ignoring their
creator
even higher.
By Matt.