I wonder sometimes, do trees that lose their leaves find themselves jealous of the evergreens that surround them. Or those who always have a coat to stay warm in the harsh midst of winter. While they themselves shiver, bare and naked while the snow clings to them, seeping coldly into their bark.
I imagine they’d be envious, waiting out the winter for eternity, with nothing to cling to except legends that one day, they’ll surely bloom. It would surely seem impossible, that they’d ever give birth to something so beautiful. So they wait and watch, cold barren and sickly. Desperately wishing to be an evergreen. Wanting so desprately to be someone else, that they themselves could never be.
They’re so consumed with what they aren’t, they may not even take recognize the foliage that’s beginning to blossom on their branches. Or the ones who do, may compare themselves to the fir or the pine. Meanwhile on the other side, its the evergreens whine. Why can’t they see? No one takes notice of those who stay the same. Nor the one’s who lack the ability to spring to life a new season.
For, evergreens are ever green.