The Fern

The lapse of green echoes over the slopes
A tiny town tucked away, carved into the landscape.
Paths melt into scenery as the tall evergreens watch over this town.
The mountains shuddering, chills run through these hills
And the land quiet in nature’s bounty.
Daylight pierces through the clouds
As the trees hustle and bustle with the wind.
Green will continue to rule this place
Cement and concrete will be a myth.
The trees will talk of their folktales, sing their songs
Remembering how buildings became nature, everything unified.