Small and tiny I poke my head out from underground, <br />I'm not a mole nor a snake that moves without a sound <br />No - for I am a redwood tall and proud <br />As a sapling we were a forest - a vast crowd <br />But slowly one by one my family all fell <br />Someday I suppose mankind will take me as well <br />But for now I'm alone on mountains peak <br />And though I have neither ear to hear nor mouth to speak <br />Survival in nature is not for the weak <br />And often times a girl would come to me <br />This ancient wise old redwood tree <br />Until alas I to am gone <br />With a single cone left to be my spawn <br />Our forest has hope <br />At a building dark and forlorn <br />I feel the girl - my friend Lisa mourn <br />Inside my limbs are cut off my knotholes removed <br />I weep bitter tree tears mankind is so shrewd <br />So much of me is cast aside thrown away wasted <br />Until whats left of me is pasted <br />Into my foolish new form <br />And from these various pieces a rocking chair is born <br />They polish me with varnish glossed just so <br />Then they ship me away to a store i now go <br />In the back of the store I sit gathering dust <br />Door closed hinges rust <br />After 5 years of sitting out back <br />I'm taken up front in a large stack <br />Then one day a woman came inside <br />Her tiny baby being given a piggyback ride <br />Lisa? <br />Yes shed grownup since I'd been cut down <br />She was raising a family in this little town <br />And somehow Lisa knew it was me <br />Her old friend the redwood tree <br />She bought me took me home <br />I was no longer alone <br />And she taught me something yes indeed <br />Not of mans wars anger or greed <br />But wise advise that I now pass on to you <br />So listen well people of the world all 6 billion (and 2) <br />For as she once said; <br />There are only 2 things that soften sorrow <br />Music... <br />and tomorrow <br /> <br /> <br />and guess what <br />my forest lives...<br /><br />hailey wohlwend<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rocking-chair-7/
