it doesn't matter how many of its leaves fall, <br />it still adorns its boughs with more. <br /> <br />it doesn't matter how many storms try to make it bow and bend down, <br />it still stands tall and clings firm on its ground. <br /> <br />it doesn't matter how alone and lonely it stands, <br />it still keeps nesting wild sparrows in its motherly arms. <br /> <br />it doesn't matter how hot the sun burn through its time, <br />it still remembers to look up and worship the Great One above. <br /> <br />...thoughts under the sequoia tree...<br /><br />Cristone Benavente<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-under-the-sequoia-tree/
