Forevergreen

Standing tall, always reaching towards God you are firmly planted in the rough, rocky soil of my life. You wrap me in your winter warmth when biting frost creeps ‘round, and in spring, repel torrential rains so they fall gently on those living humbly in your shadow. When an August sun blisters the world, you are the oasis of which I dream, under whom I long to sleep. Your pliable limbs are supportive in weather foul or fair and when hot, malodorous winds of sorrow sweep over me, your cool essence sweetens the breeze. You are my shield from storms of dismay and now when we’ve reached our autumn, your somber, leafless majesty silhouettes my grey horizon and embellishes it with streaks of golden sunset hope. You are constant, unchanging, always verdant. You are my forevergreen.