The stories behind Under the Redwoods

• Under the Redwoods Puts the Clinic Staff in the Classroom — A folk-pop ballad about a small forest clinic spends most of its runtime on teaching, not troubleshooting.

Lyrics

They carry careful hands to the clinic down

below Mary checks the monitor,

Cal tests every lead

They read the little numbers like a

farmer reads his seed

A drawer of spare connectors,

batteries sorted by their need

And every question finds

And answer someone's willing to heed

Under the redwoods we stand ready

Roots in the earth and our hands

When the long night comes, when the roads run slow

We keep a small light burning where the healing has to grow

Under the redwoods, wide and strong

We pass the work and the wisdom along

Like sun through the branches, bright and true

A prepared little clinic can carry a whole valley through

They show the nurses shortcuts, ride the steps beside the sink

Teach a new apprentice how to listen, look and think

Sort the sealed supplies by the dates in fading ink

Then walk the halls together, checking

every link A storm may bend the power lines

The river may rise high

But the cards are charged and ready, every alarm

can testify

The tools are built to last there, the promises

reply like redwood rings remembering

each season passing by

under the redwoods we stand ready roots in the earth and our

hands steady when the long night comes when the roads run slow we

keep a small light burning where the healing has to grow

Under the redwoods, wide and strong

We pass the work and the wisdom along

Black sun through the branches bright and true

A prepared little clinic can carry a whole valley through

No grand parade, no trumpet call

Just one more careful check before the evening falls

A quiet kind of courage built from pieces that align

A thousand patient choices holding someone else's time

Under the redwoods we stand ready

Roots in the earth and our hands steady

When the long night comes, when the roads run slow

We keep a small light burning where the healing has to grow

Under the redwoods wide and strong

We pass the work and the wisdom alone

Like sun through the branches bright and true

A prepared little clinic can carry a whole valley through

Tall trees keep watch above the road

And every practiced hand lightens the

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