Forestiera angustifolia
Not too tall, not too flashy. I’m the steady one filling in the gaps. The forest would look patchy without me.
Cypress can’t remember if it’s spring or fall. That’s fine. While he’s confused, I’ll keep the green going.
Dry spells, sudden rains. Doesn't matter, I roll with it. You learn resilience when the seasons can’t make up their mind.