I am old

as I can be

yet I weathered all

wind and rain and fire

my skin is rough as a cob

my hair is thinning

my arms are weak

yet I still live on

seeing my children

have children

populating

spreading joy

I want to live another 200 years

I want to keep growing

so you can come see me

hug me

sing to me

tell me how much you love me

do not cut me

do not burn me

protect me as I stand

an icon for the ages

I hold your history in my rings

look up to me

I am Sequoia

waiting in the forest

for you to come marvel.