Evergreen

As I walk through the woods
from deep beneath my hood
I see that evergreen is the pine
through the coldest winter
and so are the grass
on the other side of the bridge
there's always a brighter tomorrow
so long I can stand to face my sorrow.

Beneath the bridge is a little ridge
for which the little fern made a home
I see a stream constantly tilting it
to no avail shall it be moved
evergreen so, yet shall it be
where there is a focus
you just don't quit.


Through the stormiest weather
and the scruffiest of shoes
yet ever green is the lawn
through sadness and pain
I will not be moved.
For evergreen is a tree
rooted by the bank of a sea,
my hope is in YOU.

Fimisola-Samuel