Here is a little forest

«There is another sky, 

Ever serene and fair, 

And there is another sunshine, 

Though it be darkness there;

Never mind faded forests, Austin,

Never mind silent fields -

Here is a little forest,

Whose leaf is ever green;

Here is a brighter garden, 

Where not a  frost has been;

In its unfading flowers

I hear the bright bee hum;

Prithee, my brother,

Into my garden come!» 

Emily Dickinson (1850)