I am proud to be a Christmas Tree...my family has
dressed me in the finest...warm and cozy by the
hearth fulfilling a life all my own in elegant beauty
But, do trees get wishes?
For, if I could..I would wish that the legacy of a
pure white dove would carry a twig of mine to
garner the winds with Peace and Happiness
Imagine yourself being decorated with my garlands
of loving grace circling around long after Christmas
Day is tucked away for another year
Inevitable my fate to end up on a curb will not be
forlorn in the planting of another tree just like me
for generations to come along from a death giving
future life to become ornamental and once again
to secure mankind's evergreen in euphoria
(c) Wishes of dying tree
29November2011
Vivian L Dawson
:) Janna
Excellent poetry, and oh for such peace!
With my luck, I'd be the fairy on top of the tree with a fairy light shining up my dress.
Quite thought provoking, Vivian.
and big picture poetry
and this is both.
John
Joy L. Hale