There is a Sequoia tree
That lives within the wilderness of Oregon
I saw it once, she paused me-
Her power ordered me home again
A tower to part the woods
Like Moses to the ocean
Walk on, perhaps I could-
Matching the mood of soldiers upon their missions.
Now, I'm seated in a San Francisco cafe
Sipping eight-dollar tea, like and city-dweller should
Months have drifted by since that day
I found my desire first dismissed by the world.
This moment is marked by a memory
Out of a sea of moments of its kind
I'll think of my future, though it will still unfold as it may
But that tree, she will infinitely be
A pillar in my memory, to match her existense in Space and Time.
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Interesting. I want to see that tree too! :)
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