an insisting intention in the fiery yellowa tenor in its call, waiting to waft into the aircarrying the thrill of a nebulous feelingsometimes better than incisive understandingand feel cradled in its buoyed brilliancewhy would you not launch into romantic ramblingswhen you know how to abandon yourself to ecstasybrewing a fierce love for all lifeit only takes a fulvettato erase any trace of…
I wonderif the redwood seedknows before he’s tallthat one day in the foresthe’ll rise above them all
I wonderif the redwood seedever cowers in the shadeas he stares up at the giantsthat make him feel afraid
I wonderhow the redwood seedwould feel if he could knowthat one day he’ll be one of themhe only needs to grow
I wonderif the redwood seedwould doubt if he could seebut most of all I…