Giant Forest

They were hard times I'm told, 1934, my dad and his dad set out on the road
Architect by trade, nothing being made, they heard the call of the redwoods
South of Sequoia grandad turned to say, take the wheel from here
His son learned more entering the grove of the tallest trees that ever graced the earth

Imagine the child (Children) reaching to the sky
As if to embrace the towering trees
Thousands of years the forest has survived
Where wonder and reverence abide

Twenty years on with kids and our mom, standing in the grove of giant trees
Climbing Moro Rock, clinging to the top, in the wind, the canyon far below

The huge hollow log on the edge of the meadow, a cabin with a view
Through the window we caught a glimpse of a scene from long ago

Thirty years on with my wife and sons silent in the majesty
Still with surprise, eyes open wide, within the cathedral of snow

Where wonder and reverence survive



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Cline
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