The California Coast is the host for redwood trees
silent giants that have stood for centuries
massive groves form God’s church
the lofty limbs an eagle’s perch
they stretch hundreds of feet into the sky
and when the wind blows you hear them sigh
these ancient guardians of times gone by
earth’s tallest tree
waiting for discovery
He swiftly ran through the dense forest ahead of his Roman enemies. As a Druid priest he knew this grove well, avoiding the pitfalls and traps his people set for the oppressors.
Amergin was the last of the Druid priests. The rest were massacred. He refused to let that stop him from rallying his people against the Roman’s and their gods.
As his pursuers drew near he pressed his body against a tree and prayed for invisibility. They ran by him without a glance. At that moment Amergin knew that he would be able to keep the old religion alive.