Wishing you a Merry Midwinter’s Eve and Happy Holidays from all of us at Sempervirens Fund! We hope you can enjoy a visit to the redwoods in person or virtually this season. Thank you for protecting the forests, that protect us all, for people and wildlife to enjoy for generations to come!
‘Twas the night before solstice, when all through the forest,
Creatures were stirring, trees swaying in chorus.
Redwood saplings were planted in the soil with care,
In hopes that ancient giants someday would be there.
The owls were nestled in hollows so deep,
While deer in the meadow lay silent in sleep.
And I in my fleece, with scarf wrapped up tight,
Had ventured to witness this magical night.
When out in the grove rose a moon so round,
I peered past the shadows, my heart started to pound.
Away to the clearing I hurried, wide-eyed,
And gazed at the forest so vast and so wide.
The moon through the branches cast beams soft and pale,
Revealing the mountains in their white misty veil.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a fairy ring of trees flourishing here.
Vibrant mushrooms sprung from an underground lair,
Where their threads weave the forest together to share.
The redwoods stood tall in the moon’s silver glow,
Guarding the forest from ages ago.
Once-dammed creeks, now flowing like fountains,
Welcome endangered fish back to the mountains.
Untraveled roads, returned to the wild.
The forest restored; a gift to every child.
My troubles shrank beneath the towering trees,
Inhaling their healing terpenes on the breeze.
As the moon beamed, the stars danced on high,
And the trees seemed to sway as if breathing a sigh.
So deep was their wisdom, so still was their grace,
That I felt all the forest alive in this place.
The wind seemed to whisper, “this land you behold,
Is a gift to protect, more precious than gold.
Its rivers and ridges, its creatures and air,
Are threads of a tapestry woven with care.”
And as quick as it came, the breeze faded on cue,
Leaving frost-kissed needles and a world born anew.
But I thought I heard, before they vanished from sight,
“Honor the redwoods, and to all, a good night!”