In a cradle of redwood dreams, Tala sleeps, A small pine cone in the soft earth deep, Her hair, like ember threads, a fiery hue, Promising heights to reach, with skies so blue. The giants loom, with whispers in the breeze, While Nana and Papa beneath the canopies, Send love and hugs through towering boughs, Where roots entwine, like unbroken vows. Though tiny now, Tala will rise strong, Her spirit singing the redwood's song, A child of the forest, reaching high, With dreams as wide as the endless sky.