I sit underneath an old evergreen tree,



Strong and tall-coated in a heavy moss.



I look out, vast horizon is all I see.



The tall trees shimmer, as if under gloss.




I grab my axe, and I begin to hack,



chopping away at the heavy evergreen.



I carry the weight of the woods on my back.



The forest waves to me, as I leave the scene.




I am now driving the great evergreen log



winding around the turns, I trust the river.



Riding the rapids, I exit the forest fog.



What Joy! To return, logs to deliver.




At home, I sheath my axe, done with the day.



Lying in bed, I know life is okay.