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There are orange needles under my feet

And towering sequoia branches

Like deep green ladders to a foggy sky

There is solitude and there is companionship

In coastal mist

It holds my hand and hugs the mammoth trunks

There are redwoods that form a metropolis

Spindly like Gaea's fingers reaching out of damp soil

She wears fairy rings like plated gold

There is a melancholy in these woods

It runs in the little forest creeks

And crashes in cliffside falls into the deep blue of the Pacific