Beneath the fir trees

The wind rustles through the fir trees

And I hear the sound of millions of raindrops falling

The ground below is covered with fallen needles

My footsteps crunching as I walk along

This place of serenity and quietude holds its breath

A pause in the busyness of life, a reminder

That life has to be seen, savored and enjoyed

Beneath the evergreens


Tuesday writing prompt: Use “beneath the evergreen” in any form of writing



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