Shut my eyes in hope I might see them, / red gold, pray my imagination might / summon them, collude with my / daughter to plant new seeds, grow new / forests, water them with our tears. / Dream a new beginning, one for our / descendants. A cedar renaissance. Like I / say, water is life.

 

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