The Evergreens

"All night there was an ultra-white moon and now this must be the inevitable freezing dawn, orange and bright but blue around the edges, a waning sun rising above a sparkling landscape overcome with an embroidery of black flowers and dwindling death, which only annoys the evergreens, ever the philosophical trees, scorning the riotous existence of lesser plants, who squander their legacies of light in desperate displays of adulation beneath that ruthless sky and then hysterically scatter seeds upon an earth that is already hard as steel. This arctic air arrives with super-sonic messages, trumpeting that all this false gold and copper stuff, seeming to flutter like paper money in their twiggy fingertips, is merely a tribute being paid, in vain, to those metallic idols who stand tall knee-deep in mirroring ice and never relent. On TV just now, the police were yelling, "Freeze!" and firing their guns at him, but the boy kept on running because he came from a much hotter country and he didn't know the meaning of the word until he was dying among the evergreens."