Early morning darkness
Pierced by tree lights
Douglas the Fir and I
Share a quiet space in time
Upon Douglas have hung
So many beautiful bobbles
Representing hopes and dreams
Shimmering moments of a past
Until, dried up, water unabsorbed
Douglas the Fir topples
Ornaments and lights shattered
Broken glass across the floor
Few treasures remain, stored away
Is it worth the effort?
Shopping for new bobbles or tree
Just knowing it too will die...
Yet, on lives a Christmas dream
One filled with joy, happiness, love
Where is Fraser the Fir?
Who's lights illuminate the morning.
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 8:11 AM UTC
Early morning darkness
Pierced by tree lights
Douglas the Fir and I
Share a quiet space in time
Upon Douglas have hung
So many beautiful bobbles
Representing hopes and dreams
Shimmering moments of a past
Until, dried up, water unabsorbed
Douglas the Fir topples
Ornaments and lights shattered
Broken glass across the floor
Few treasures remain, stored away
Is it worth the effort?
Shopping for new bobbles or tree
Just knowing it too will die...
Yet, on lives a Christmas dream
One filled with joy, happiness, love
Where is Fraser the Fir?
Who's lights illuminate the morning.
