A new leaf
The conifer stood covered with perished tranquility of,
with no attestation of it being alive.
Throughout the protracted clarion days,
waiting for its turn to terminate.
Swiftly, espied a new frond's inception,
as if it grew out of a long given imprecation.
Descrying a sigil of entity,
bringing back all its lost vivacity.
Like a flabbergast it came,
Portraying the willingness of the conifer
to remain in the lifely game.
And hence proving the statement true,
where there is a will there is a way too.