Cedar forest rings my humble abode
Giants swaying in an angry wind
Rain clouds loose their watery load
Their nature is to be undisciplined
How am I to know my verdant friends
Standing here below on forest floor
While most of what is seen ascends
But for a better view I shall explore
My search begins to find the tallest tree
The one most eager to kiss a rising Sun
The climb nearly takes the best of me
Reaching highest bow I sit in adoration
From high above an endless sea of olivine
Until now…an arboreal family gone unseen
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