Lily Crandall-Oral // BENEATH SEQUOIAS

she inhales the rich scent of moist earth and conifers

and twirls around and around

arms outstretched

eyes closed and fingertips searching


hazy sun filtering through the swaying canopy

catches on her cascading hair

she shivers from the sun and the shade

this place feels sacred


the red giants dwarf her

where she stands barefoot and laughing

and the wind whispers memories

many sad


the sounds of stillness and nature

the clinging humidity

the warmth whose touch turns cold

as the branches shift


here for a moment

the world falls away

as she unfurls like a monarch

whose binding chrysalis is shed


and for a moment

she is happy