A Society Among The Trees Poem by Preston Simmons

A society among the trees
Dwelling below the white-tipped pines.
In the fiercest winter man has ever seen.
A depressing sight,
And a gloomy scene.

I know this season well
And have battled it among the lilies.
This sub-zero area
Is inhabited by a banished people.
A people entitled to rights.
They have not received what was taken,
But do not dwell in a land that is barren.

A people so humble and welcoming,
Who dwell in a place hidden from the sun.
They shall prepare and strike back
From what their enemies have done.