A Christmastree

[purplespirit]

A Christmastree

In Summer all the pretty shaped Pines and Fir
They all are standing proud whether tall or short,
For birds a frequented shelter and home were
Happy life takes place, beneath trees wild pigs snort.

Autumn when cobwebs are decorated by fog
The neighbour trees’ leaves are tumbling down,
Some Firs fear the chainsaw may come for log
The Pines dream to be chosen for a special gown.

Winter brings darkness and frost, also the hope
For Pine and Fir to be perfect for a cut,
Dreams of an angel sitting on its top,
Draped with candles, silver and golden-foiled nut.

For few days only the life of this tree is magic
It brings joy and hears the children sing.
We know, in the end this little life is tragic,
It will fade out after one day being King.

[With all the joy about Christmastree, I can’t deny feeling sorry for all the many cuts]

[Daboetry]

Lovely write about the seasonal changes the Christmas tree endures. Nice perspective from the trees' point of view. Yes, it is kinda sad to be King for a few days then put back on the shelf until you're wanted again.

[purplespirit]

Thank you so much for your lovely comment! Well, here we rather use the fresh firs or pines from the woods, therefore the empathy of cutting a living tree for only some glittering days and then "burn it"... Best wishes, Ursula xx