Everlasting

The evergreen is divine. 

A breeze shifts the sturdy underbrush,

aromas lift from their spines. 

Colors vibrant and bold.

The suns rays bounce off their hues  

refelcting their youth. 

A young virgins beauty

accentuated among the flower buds. 

Stamped forever in time, 

in a journal kept by a man. 

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