You can see as if its there
Maybe it is
what if the year isn't what we think it is
Maybe there was technology
able to let you touch things
hear things that aren't there
and were all stuck
In a Virtual World?

You dream about it
on Christmas Eve
wondering if you'll get some presents
Maybe worrying if you were good enough
Maybe you've had tough times and just want
to have a full belly, a warm blanket, or simply
some happiness for you and others in a jar  with
a nice bow, maybe wondering if Santa or whomever
he is will give presents even though theres not a
tree or a chimney. Maybe you can just taste
all the things you'll eat. Then when its a
second away, you smile and then its there
Christmas

Thy willow tree,
leaves of blue and green,
Standing tall
As a sapling in the fall

The Woodsman
The kind-man
waves his hand
Back,forth,
wood carved
something new
But he doesn't realise what
The price he must pay
for he has left
a weeping willow tree
with a arm
missing
But if you look
today
you might see his grave
he died a old man
but gave back his arm
to give new soil to the land
and now the willow tree
standing tall
soars over them all.

I am The Moon,
oh silver- blue,
watching silently
over you
as you stare
at my brilliance,
And think to yourself
"I wish i was up there,
The Moon
blocking The Sun's
ever glare,
not a worry,
nor a care.."
But I look at you in distain,
For you have not experienced
PAIN!
Look at my craters,
without a pure magnetic-sphere
You have trillions,
a place to call your own!
All I can do is circle
you, protecting from the sun,
for I am The Moon!
You have trillions,
the animals and your own species
While mine are far 'way,
and I keep breaking up every day!
They say that the grass is greener on the
other side,
But I have no grass!
And still you stare,
at me protecting you from
the suns ever glare
Not hearing my cries
But i protect you still,
it is my only will,
I'll give you some hope
for I have none,

I am the Moon,
silver-blue,
protecting you
from the Sun's glare
for I have all
the cares.