No knows why the sequoia stands so tall,

From below it’s just another tree,

Nothing special, nothing outstanding.

It is adorn not with fragrant flowers,

Nor does it bear luscious fruit,

It shades itself with a blasé green coat.

I am a sequoia,

Standing tall and proud,

Along the vast vista that stretches on.

I firmly stand my ground,

And reach up,

Toward the heavens above.

There are no limits,

To how high I can reach,

Or how wide I will span.

No, I may not be the most glamorous tree,

And no, I may not be exalted for my majesty,

Or praised for my beauty.

But I will always be there,

Standing silently, firmly, proud,

And forever so tall through the harshest tempest,

And the most scorching heat.

I am a sequoia,

And I will never back down.