If I was a tree what would I be let's see (giant sequoia)

Life long, with generations of birds singing their songs,

melodies stretching across lifetimes. 

Skyscrapers high but I reside where the air is dry,

the lifetime for me is when I see all the things that could be.

Tangled in time overlapping like brine is how my roots reside,

connecting to others because, in the end, we’re all brothers, the ground our place to share for we are rare.

Stretched and dimpled bark peeling like a snake's shedded skin, blending the young and old together as one.

Branches twisted like tentacles reaching to every side for the untouchable, in the chaos of wood there is serenity.

Bristles touch light as they gather energy for the conquest forward. It never ends.