The old, wise tree lives eternally in the grounds with its redwood family. It scrapes the skies, leaves and branches peer down from high boughs and roots, resting in infinity.

It stands easy before its long thoughts, long-breatheing and restful.

Representing itself, built up by its own form,

Fulfilling itself according to its own laws Nothing is holier.

Nothing is more exemplary than

A beautiful, strong tree.