Evergreen
I was a young evergreen in a forgotten forest.
My sapling self had no chance to grow,
Before your invasive ax, cut it down.
The broken shards of me nourished the ground,
Planting the seeds of what I would be.
’Til, you scorched the land in your greedy pursuit.
Your harsh winds left me cold and dry.
My land, barren and gelid,
I could not maintain my facade any longer.
But still, you tried to plant your bitter herbs.
Even knowing they would not take root.
You left it to rot with me, anyway.
And so I crumbled,
More and more,
Until all that was left of me were grains.
You tainted and tore away everything that tried to thrive
And buried me beneath cold sand.
Satisfied with your ruin.
But I always endured,
And from life, you could not keep me.
For my roots were deep and stubborn.
So my branches reached once more to the sky,
Pulling me high above the clouds and your whiplash winds.
I became too vast for your cutting glare to cleave.
Because I am me,
I am free, and I have always been
and always will be evergreen.
