Standing proud you watch as men begin to chop,
Your friends, your family facing the ultimate drop.
You sail through the air gracefully,
You land without a sound,
To those of us watching from higher ground.
You make your fated journey with the others of your kind,
A bright, young family waiting, for you they wish to find.
Home with them you travel, across land of snow white,
Those you knew, left behind on this a chilly night.
Up you go surrounded by smiling happy faces,
Decorated & flashing you sit high in their good graces.
Below you, you find nothing elemental,
Carpet & gifts, some wrapped as if experimental.
Come Christmas Day you shine,
Your star brighter than the rest,
Your pines as green as foliage,
You sure do look the best.
Their love for you does not die,
Indeed it just expands,
Once festivities are over you take place within their land.
You live to flourish another year,
Planted safe & strong,
If this is the life of a Christmas tree,
It surely isn't wrong.
Want to join the conversation? Sign in to leave a comment.