Timbered Tune

Remember, oft remember Redwood, oft
recall, beneath and batheing, full in moon
light, long arms lifting, far aloft
the landscape leaden- oft with timbered tune
remember.

Born about the birth of Christ,
the lifetime's lived and lost; O' Redwood tall,
aleve your burdened boughs, your fingers iced
and Winter wearied. Forthright render, call
amidst December's dour, cast your cry
among the tower's shifting, sleeping, wise.
Astir and standing, sing your hallowed sigh,
as slow the life surrounding, fleeting dies.

I'll listen Redwood, bowed beneath the moon,
as soft you bellow, slow your timbered tune.