It lingers on the shrill of the blade
It is extinguished on the crest of the wave
Fallen into hollows ever steep
But mirrored in the eyes of Evergreen

Hidden behind the scale of the hazel
Marooned by the touches of the straws
Hewn from the motionless clouds
Shredded the tale wanders, bent and wreathed
But mirrored in the eyes of Evergreen

A silhouetted rag with a profound well peering out of his hood
Here he comes to embrace the wrists of the breathless
One can still hear a choir gently sing their hymn
It is ever mirrored in the eyes of Everegreen