In the shade of redwoods

Summer feels like a lie

Towering giants, arms entwined

Faces upturned to the sky

In the silence, time almost crawls

Broken by the crunch of footfalls

Soft breaths, an occasional breeze

Whistling through and heart beats

You’re a mere passerby,

A guest among others in line

But they silently stand guard

Through the continuum of time.