Evergreen traps my nostrils,
fumigating my sense
of smell, forever
lingering within.
The needles, tickle the air,
my face, my nose,
as I walk through
the towering woods.
The bark is aged;
rugged and degenerate
peeling here and
there will be no more.
The naked wood
exposed to the rain;
nature has a
new living playground.
The roots, buried
under dirt and death,
flourishing from
the excess of the dead.
These giants grow
whilst we destroy.
All gray,
Never green.
Sumner C. Drain V is a junior dual-majoring in General Philosophy and Digital and Print Journalism with a minor in English. Sumner was recently published for the first time for a piece of poetry that he wrote titled Clockwork. He hopes to one day write a book, teach philosophy, and publish more of his poems.