Evergreen

(the original poem)

A pine in the woods buried in cold,  
nestled in sugary crystalline snow,  
peeking its needles through glistening ice,  
uncovered by wind gusts    
sweeping the night.    
It holds beauty in circumstance    
brutal and fierce.    
It shows strength found in roots,  
where wind cannot pierce.  
A pine thrives through seasons,  
no grudge towards the cold...  
whether springtime or harvest,    
in truth, it’s all gold:    
the treasure of summer,  
to grow towards the light,    
or to tuck into winter  
‘neath stars twinkling bright.  
Enduring life long,  
standing serene,  
branching out strong,  
it thrives... ever green.  
 
“But blessed are those who trust in the Lord and have made the Lord their hope and confidence. They are like trees planted along a riverbank, with roots that reach deep into the water. Such trees are not bothered by the heat or worried by long months of drought. Their leaves stay green, and they never stop producing fruit.”  
‭‭Jeremiah‬ ‭17:7-8‬ ‭NLT‬‬