I stand among the evergreens
and listen to them sigh
They raise their arms
towards the stars
Yawing sleepily in the dense blue sky
Beholden to their dying light
a nation
proudly sought and won
This is what I stand upon
to ponder
And with the slightness of my eye
I catch a mothers lullaby
To hold it here would be a sin
of immortal dregs within
So I let it free
unto the boughs of evergreens who strain to be
of me
As I of them.

alli Aug. 93
modified july 98