in the wilderness
of the leaves and the rocks
a green carpet of wild ferns
covers up walls and walls
of the mountains passing by
and it is deceptive
because the silver is
hiding in its back
and not everyone is
supposed to know my friend
i love the impression it makes
as i carry it on my hand
protecting it from
the cold chill of the night
but it won't stay forever
like every thing
that is beautiful
is meant to part
after delivering the joys
so the wild silver fern
shrinks itself in glory
and you won't even recognise
now the silver is gone
and so is the green
but the wild still remains
and I smile...
