The clouds are leaden with rain
coming down in streams over the
sea green tree tops of redwoods feeding
ancient roots, which scientists have discovered
communicate with one another, linking them
as a family.
Leah and I head into the forest on soil the color of
burnt coffee, pale redwood brambles inserting
themselves into her paws, a slick banana slug
curled up at our feet.
The bright green ferns that grow under the trees’
protection wave happily as we exit, and
we are greeted by a clearing blue sky,
tufts of fog shrouding the trees
woven in their canopies.
— Lori Cole
This article appears in Know Your Rights.
