Ode To The Evergreen

As I drove the East Texas backcountry following the winding roads over the rolling hills, across the cedar bogs and through the endless pine forests…I marveled at the sights and smells. 

The deciduous trees

Gave up their leaves

And the reddish brown

fell to the ground. 

The orange-brown hues

Told well of the news 

That for no other reason

It was the season.

Logging trucks lumbered

Clattered and thundered

Under the loads of pine

That smelled so fine.

Through Woodville I drove

Through Pineville I wove

Through continuous coves

And countless groves.

But the pine tree stood

As well it should

All tall and slim

With every limb.

Unchanged by the season

In a deciduous treason

Like a stubborn cow

To an evergreen vow.

Thank you, Lord Jesus, for the trip in your awesome woodlands.

Amen.