Evergreen

walk around the garden , just to watch it grow. filling me with sweet hope, as the seasons go .

Winter is quite desolate, it seems like nothing grows . The day filled with muted grey, turned into bitter night.

Plants are long past dying. But, what fills me with delight.

Is dancing around the holly tree ,

Until the morning light.

the holly bush resilient,while others seize to show .

This outlook gives hope in the midst of bitter snow.

That what ever season comes at me I'll cherish , thrive and grow .