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To Be Evergreen

Missy is a unique writer who enjoys inviting her readers into her thoughts through her poetry and other topics of discussion.  



It’s funny as we get older, we tend to stop all the nonsense part of life. Well, at least most of us do. Most of us grow up and appreciate the simple things in life more than the materialistic side or the party side we loved when we were younger.

When we get up into our 30s and 40s, most of us have settled into a life of family and raising children. Some have careers as well that tends to take up a lot of time. I, myself, have had all the above, but in my late 30s settled in order to raise my kids alone. Life got busy, and lonely, and to keep sane I would find a peaceful place to go off to and just pray or marvel at nature, whether it be in my backyard or at the beach.

The thing I seem to love in life now, besides being with my children, is serenity. The peaceful feel of wind; I love wind, and I love watching wind rustle the leaves in a tree. I suppose that is why fall is my favorite season. I also love the birds chirping in the trees, along with those little rambunctious squirrels that like stealing the bird feed. I can sit outside and just think of all the wonders in the world, and I talk to God.

When writing this poem, I thought about the trees, mostly how flawless the evergreen is. It never fades or seems to grow old, it sits in complete splendor as the seasons go by, even the ones that would kill the rest, the evergreen still seems to hold its beauty no matter. I thought about if we could have that perfect presence in life as humans; not to last forever, the evergreen itself dies, but to be loved and beautiful and happy until the end of our time. I thought how perfect that would be. It may be silly, but it was a peaceful thought, and I came up with this poem from that thoughtful moment. I hope you like it.


Think about it...

If we were...

If our lives could be like


the sadness, we feel

would never tell.

Shedding it like a thief

in the night, and shining

again at dawns early


If we could be like


we would never feel

left out of a scene.

Put down or be made to

Feel useless, if we were

only as perfect as


We could decorate the

world with our fresh

green brilliance; no one

would ever tire from

looking at our image.

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.

— William Blake


To grow as...

To grow old as


is to never show our

age or sinful deeds;

oh what a splendid

state of grace that

would be.


is pure, and portrays

a light, it never fails

to be just right.

If we could be as an


we would sprout

beauty to our very


Never to worry when

that may be. Oh, if our

life was as an


A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.

— Saint Basil

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What a Wonderful World :)

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