Redwoods, a love poem - Dianne Monroe

[Larry Robinson]

Redwoods, a love poem
	

They rise
rooted
toward the sky,
toward the sun,
toward the stars,
endlessly

No matter what else is happening
they rise
branches reaching
in a delicate dance
each making space
for the other

Sometimes
some fall
to fire,
to age,
to man’s cruel hand
and the sound of the saw

Yet no matter what
they rise
rooted
while under the earth
their roots reach out
to hold each other up

No matter what else is happening
they hold hands

In the morning
in the evening
gazing toward the sky,
toward the sun,
toward the stars,
we hold hands

No matter what else is happening
in this crumbling world
we hold hands
hold each other up
and rise
to greet the day

	- Dianne Monroe