From a seed so small in the forest deep,
The Sequoia wakes from ancient sleep.
Stretching skyward, bold and free,
It climbs beyond the tallest tree.
Through storms it stands, through time it grows,
Its roots embrace what earth bestows.
Drinking sun and whispering air,
It gives, it shelters, always there.
A titan born not just to rise,
But to breathe life where silence lies.
Not for itself, but for the whole,
A towering heart, a giving soul.
Rodeyo
