Oregon's Winter Green
A Verdant Symphony in the Chill
In Oregon's embrace, where evergreens reign, The winter whispers, in a verdant refrain. A tapestry woven in shades of green, A more lush winter, seldom seen.
Emerald forests stand, proud and tall, Beneath a sky that seldom does fall. The rain it comes, in gentle sheets, Feeding the earth, in rhythmic beats.
Moss-covered branches, in deep forest glades, Where light and shadow play in cascades. The fir and pine, in quiet might, Stand sentinel through the shortest light.
Along the coast, the sea mists rise, Blending with green in harmonious ties. In valleys deep, where rivers wind, A greener palette, one can't find.
Even as snow graces mountain peaks, Below, the green of winter speaks. In rolling hills and fields so wide, The color of life does not hide.
In Portland streets, gardens thrive, Even when winter's chill does arrive. The rhododendrons, bold and bright, Bloom against the winter light.
So here in Oregon, as seasons turn, A lesson of resilience we discern. In winter's cold, life finds a way, In endless shades of green, it sways.
An ode to Oregon, in winter's hue, Where green is more than just a view. A reminder of nature's enduring song, In verdant tones, all winter long.
