In a redwood grove
Tall trees, needles, scent of pine
Sequestered carbon
Chickadee, nuthatch
Descendants of dinosaurs
So well adapted
Stream flowing, gurgling
Water moving to the Bay
An endless cycle
I’m just visiting
This place, this time, this planet
A transient form
The tiny spider
That fell and crawled on these words
My sibling in time
If I disappeared
Like the spider, off this page
I’d leave with a smile