sequoia (rewrite one)

I've lived in this city 
'most all of my life
the asphalt surrounds me 
where weeds used to grow
in this two-bit apartment
I watch time pass me by
and dream about places 
I never will know

down at the corner, 
an old pine tree stands
proud and tall,
out of place in this town
planted a long time ago 
by some stranger's hand
and for whatever reason, 
was never chopped down

          sometimes I sit 
          in an afternoon kitchen
          with a cup of hot coffee 
          and an unbroken dream
          and I stare out the window 
          to that big old tree
          and I swear
          sometimes it looks like sequoia to me

if a tree can claim space
on the corner of my block
maybe I've got a place
on this good earth below
maybe we're all just seeds
tossed in cracks in the sidewalk
putting in roots
and needing to grow

          sometimes I sit 
          in an afternoon kitchen
          with a cup of hot coffee 
          and an unbroken dream
          and I stare out the window 
          to that big old tree
          and I swear
          sometimes it looks like sequoia to me