Redwood trees - let's make believe - wear rings and
Hum the songs birds sing; yet, without wet tongues
And able lungs, silent choirs lose their
Leaves. On stagnant soil, logs lie, wishing
For an alibi, hoping for solemn
Dismissalls, or a chance at what was cast
Aside: playful inquiries of what is
Beyond the trees - the green of other past-
ures, the sky under the sea; but said rings
Mean nothing to primary objectives;
The pressure of time to be carefully
Selective: the songs not sung, the bells not
Rung, the Redwood rings that bear no voice, all
For idle trees that wished they had a choice.
