With the fires burning today, there is not too much known about the combs that fall to the floor of the forests where they reside. Actually the seeds are released and free to regenerate because of the fires. So the journey of the redwood tree will continue as mother nature has provided.
I think asking for a soulmate is too much Perhaps I should seek instead a kindred spirit I'll find one along my journey across the sea A fellow traveler, wanderer, foreigner Someone else who sees the beauty in the little things Who finds their passions in what others deem to be lesser They will be like a sunflower in a rose bush; A willow tree in a forest of redwoods
Rising to meet the sun, A relative of the wind and time, His branches reach out, Stretching from his slumber. The forest flames awaken fear, Into the heartwood at his core, He gives the thought a shake. He would like to see the spring, After the falling snow glazes the forest. A resident of nature, The Redwood withstands it all.