Written in a workshop by Emmanuel Williams, riddle writer and poet — Redwood, teach me to stand straight.
Teach me to grow another
To support me when I lean
And envision, from root and cones
A community, a grove, of several more. I don’t remember my first fascination,
Lover of beautiful wood that I am:
Columns establishing foggy majesty,
Above a red brown needle floor,
Reaching…