Happy indeed we live
Friendly amidst the hostile
Amidst hostile people
We dwell free from hatred
Three times I've stopped by these big trees. Each time I've left them something.
They do the work we cannot see. We rely on them. They do not balk at their task.
They grow and give, and never ask for anything. Even when we owe them so much.
They are brave, called sempervirens, ever-living. These sequoias have survived many things on earth.
Even two hundred years is little to them.
How few are four