it doesn't matter how many of its leaves fall,
it still adorns its boughs with more.
it doesn't matter how many storms try to make it bow and bend down,
it still stands tall and clings firm on its ground.
it doesn't matter how alone and lonely it stands,
it still keeps nesting wild sparrows in its motherly arms.
it doesn't matter how hot the sun burn through its time,
it still remembers to look up and worship the Great One above.
...thoughts under the sequoia tree...
Cristone Benavente
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-under-the-sequoia-tree/
