In the Grove of Redwood Titans

I am a giant,
remember that
while you ant crawl
beneath my crown. 

They call me
the Lost Monarch,
but really
I am the Mother 
of trees
that I feed
through my underbelly;
tubular knots
sucking from the clouds
then breathing out
lung and blood. 

You could never
rival me,
with your thin skin
and milk;
I supply pleas 
echoing within streams
making us thrive,
fighting to survive,
this buzzing world.