Giant coastal redwoods,
towering and tall.
I gaze up at them,
and feel ever so small.

The delicate pine needles,
numerous and green,
shade out harsh light.
Softly serene.

Majestic grandeur,
so old and wise.
Roots grip the ground.
Trunks touch the skies.

In the middle of the forest,
with trees all around.
I am blissfully lost.
I don't want to be found.

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