The seed that met water spoke a little name.
(Great sunflowers were lording the air that day;
this was before Jesus, before Rome; that other air
was readying our hundreds of years to say things
that rain has beat down on over broken stones
and heaped behind us in many slag lands.)
Quiet in the earth a drop of water came,
and the little seed spoke: "Sequoia is my name."
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