Poem – Bones of the Redwoods

The bleached bones of ancient forests, lie upon the sand.
I think of their journey and the miracle that allows our paths to overlap.

Deep in the forests they lived and breathed.
Allowing us to wander and sleep among their branches.

Now these monoliths long dead and gone.
Continue to amaze me as I reach out and touch their trunks.

Smooth from the water, sand, and sun.
A reminder that those things that take the most time last the longest.

They show me what determination can become.
Even in death, they teach and show what it means to be alive.

~Suzanne Wagner~