Evergreen poem.

Lets have a party in a forest-with the lamps hung in the sky.
And a tree with all the tents in-and a kite that we can fly.
it wont matter if we disappear-or dance in dewy greens.
they hold our treehouse party-in the flower of their dreams.

and as long as theres a cloud-we dip our fingers in the dream.
if only things could stay the same.
yea I like them evergreen.

or a carvan in wales-with a torch and a bikeshed.
as long as the air spins a tune-we'll dance till we are dead.

we Can sit with open fires-singing nothing with guitars.
or lay back on our rooftops-searching diamonds in the stars.
It dosnt matter where we are-we can hold hands in the dark.
I wonder if a dozen friends-can truly find a way apart?

and as long as theres a cloud-we dip our fingers in the dream.
if only things could stay the same
I liked them evergreen.

Copyright ©2009 Molly Smith