God provides where others deny.

The bark of the forest was garmented
Green moss had made home of its valleyous waving streams
It wasn't enough to simply pass through
The waters glace was less syren in stance
Succumbed to its mystic enchantments
Its peace embedded in the inner twin
Beconning it's far distant living cousin
Easily the emerald shell fell from the trunk
Its core so delicate it would no longer drink.