Poems, Personals, and Commentary

The Redwood

The redwood took
Two hundred years
To get so tall.

It took so long,
No one could tell
That it was strong.

Meanwhile,
The flowers around,
They were so proud.

But, their beauty great
Was quick to fade:
It was too late.

And still the redwood,
It did grow,
Though it was slow.

And now, the flowers,
They are gone,
But the redwood lives.

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