Stark green fills my eyes through endless white
& I wonder how the colour is still alive.

It proudly thrives alongside melting glass wind chimes
& endless cool clouds on the ground

My footsteps impress on the cool ground clouds
as I tied my ears to the crumbling sound
I can't help but marvel at the life that exists.

How does one persist
when their world is frozen?

It's a question we've all had to answer too often as of late
& I believe it is fate
that put these living blades in my eye line—
it is a sign that we can be
evergreen.