Redwood

January 23rd 2024

Is it too much to ask that you

not outgrow the Redwood Trees?

I prefer to never know a life

where their reflection does not exist

within the depths of your eyes.

Could I propose, instead,

that the richness of my soil

be a resting place for the roots

you may bear? Perhaps a Hugo

would be best. And in such ground,

may your roots and the roots of

those that follow you be a hidden

indication of the heights we may

reach, so that when the fog clears,

it is you and I within the rings

of the Redwood Trees, and all will know

that we were not one without the other.