Daphne

Rooted here,

not susceptible to decay,

I get to observe human foibles,

from petty weaknesses

to deep and entrenched faults

resulting in outright heartbreak.

Sometimes the view’s a pleasure

as men’s choices

are mostly good for a laugh,

or occasional shocked dismay--

but I’m no weeper

and won’t become entwined

in the pain and foolishness of men.

I remain evergreen,

abundant, your coveted prize.

For Kerry’s prompt to the Real Toads: What has become of the old gods?