Mighty Sequoia
I can't see your tops
Stretched to the Heavens
Beyond comprehension.
I wish to hug your trunk
But it would take a thousand of me.
Your bark is soft and gentle
Inviting guests to enjoy your splendor.
At your roots
Is a carousel
Stark white in contrast
Spinning around slowly
With no occupants.
Shinning, shimmering, gold accents
Dance up and down
On molded horses backs
Swaying red, white, and blue
On simple tracks.
With nowhere to be
And no one to see
Encased in glass
For all of eternity.
Porcelain Perfection
Overtop Sequoia's erection
A sight to see
That was really only meant for you and me.
--AMANN--
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