Carved in sequoia,
Our initials drawn within,
A heart still sappy,
Or was that a fantasy,
Of a sixteen year old fool?
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Dearest Sequoia,
Tell me that you are happy,
That joy is the key,
In your daily music, with –
Laughter as the melody.
It is not that hard,
To begin writing to you
That part is simple.
What is harder is after
The words, “Dearest Sequoia.”
How I laughed and cried,
Under your green canopy,
It was Summer then,
My Marvelous Sequoia,
But Autumn’s law will not yield.