Eight
A Californian redwood
in our garden grew so high
You'd crick your neck to see the top
It reached up to the sky
Each night before I went to sleep
I would think about this tree
and wonder what would happen
if it fell on top of me
How it came to be at our house
really was a mystery
growing tall, its secrets kept
from all who came to see
Each night before I went to sleep
I would think about this tree
and wonder what would happen
if it fell on top of me
It should be in a forest
this tall and stately tree
It would not seem so lonely
as it towered over me
Do children who may live there now
still think about this tree
Do they wonder what might happen
in the dead of night, like me
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