Pine Needles

Seemingly delicate and thin
Deceptively sturdy and precisely
And singularly straight collectors
Of rain drops at each needle point
Sparkling like diamonds in the still
Of misty morning refreshing the day
Waiting for the whisper of the wind
To shake them free of their diamonds,
Their adornment so then they can sing
Each with the resonance
Of their singularly straight and uniform length
A miracle of evergreen and ancient providence
Never jealous of the oak and maple colors
There to hold too the snowflakes that collect
In the winter and shine with the white of purity
In the perfect role of palace guards
Protecting the bounty of cones that ensure
The future, the evergreen future