I can’t imagine a better place on earth to go to get perspective. Hiking in the Redwoods, you realize just how tiny you are. The ridges in the bark as big as your hand. You have an appreciation for time. These trees are centuries older than you. How short must your days seem to them.

And now, a short poem about some tall trees.

Trees as old as earth—
Walking in their shadow
You realize how small
Are your questions
And are you.
Today will end.
Tomorrow will come.
Walk in the shadows and in the light.
Don’t dwell too long in darkness.
See the day.