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Poem: Red Woods Head of trees so big and red. The sounds of birds ring out across the tops. They are so old; older than us. They never stop growing even if they are hurt. They are the Redwoods. Looking up to the sky, The light glows between the spaces. I think to myself: ‘They are more like us then we know’ They are always growing, Always reaching to the heaves, Never stopping just like us. We keep on growing, Always reaching to the stars, Never resting while the world falls apart, They stand tall and strong. So old and wonderful and reaching up high, All together as one; They are The Great Redwood Forest.

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