This Redwood Cries

If I was a tree,
I would be a Redwood;
strong and tall,
reaching straight up
to hug the sky.

And they would stand amazed,
there on the ground,
staring up as high as they could,
unable to locate my
top most branch.

And like me, you are a Redwood,
but you cower as I once did,
believing the lie that you're
just an Oak.

How I wish you could see
from my view.