The Towering Red Woods

I am a majestically TOWERING red wood

tree At first, I may not seem like anything, like the

tiniest speck of nothingness your cruel beady eyes have ever

happened to momentarily glance upon, but you have been

horrifically misled because I have much potential in store in

the long dreary years ahead to come

I have a thick trunk, so thick that you’d have

to drill your way to my innermost core filled

with sweet sugary sap. I have many different

functions, from nourishment to providing aid

for others, a baby bird leaving the nest,

a young squirrel darting through a canopy

Of infinite emerald leaves while excitedly chattering

With friends, and a matured bear

slowly but deliberately lumbers through

a forlorn clearing faintly lit by solitary

shafts of shimmering sunlight beneath

I am well-known in this overcrowded

Forest full of masses of brilliant nature

I have matured from a tiny young sapling

To an enormous sturdy tree that stands

Even through the harshest torrents of icy rain

I have been around for millennia and wish to

Share my wisdom I have gained with others.

Yet though I mean much good in this world,

People still hack at me with axes.

All they care about is themselves.

Using my woods to create shelves.

Nevertheless, I allow it to continue on,

For I am not just a redwood sequoia,

I am me