Evergreen

The clearing is a sea of muted evergreen and dull tones

My head fills with the scent of the gentle brown earth and harmonious melodies of birdsong

Rough stones are blanketed with soft green moss

When I look up I meet a canopy of bowing branches

Shielding the peace from the rest of the world

Fog rises from clouded mountaintops

I taste crisp, bitter air

I hear the trickle of dew as it falls from the clutches of delicate leaves

And the lulling crash of the foamy white water

The forest echoes with the gentle footsteps of the rain

A carpet of fallen branches and a flourishing of smooth, damp rocks crunch beneath my feet

Silky water caresses my hands

The wind snatches up the hushed whisper of the trees

Winter melts away like raindrops on my tongue