Redwoods

There used to be redwoods here.

As wide around as the house you live in.

And as tall as gods.

They blocked out the sun

And let it in.

They rooted themselves to the earth

While reaching for the sky.

The iron-rod roots

Fostered the most delicate mushrooms.

They survived drought

And floods

And fire.

But not people.

There used to be redwoods here.

Now they're gone.