I got bored and was looking through my folders. This is something I wrote back in senior year of high school in english class. We had to write about what we would be if we were something else. If you can't tell from it, I like redwoods.

10/1/03
Period 1

I am a redwood, silent, tall, watching, listening. People don’t know much about me, but I’m here in my woods with my other quiet redwood companions, observing everything. Whenever people enter into my forest, they marvel at my majestic stature and quiet nature, and they come to seek a peaceful place in which they can tell me their problems. I patiently listen, never responding because they just want to clear their minds of burdens weighing heavily on their shoulders. They don’t know that I’m listening nor do they notice me especially. I don’t mind because I’m helping them in subtle ways, giving them peace of mind for that particular moment in time. Walking into my forest, people feel at ease in the silence and tranquility under my branches. When they look up, seeing the sun peering through my leaves, they stand in awe at my age and height. They pat my trunk, feeling my weather-beaten bark, and are encouraged to know that they can survive whatever hardships occur in life because they see in me one who has lived through centuries of abusive weather, forest fires, and natural disasters, and yet I still stand. Perhaps I stand as a testimony of encouragement and of comfort, or perhaps I am just another tree to them; whatever I may be to people, I am just a redwood, silent, tall, watching, listening.