A christmas tree is a tragedy in July.
In December,
The tree was a symbol of love and hope.
Decorated with care,
Touched by a loving mother's hand.
But December was a long time ago.
Now the tree stands in the corner,
Confined between broken cardboard boxes.
A man leaves,
A woman cries.
And when the door closes,
The tree is not the only forgotten love once shared.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 12:51 PM UTC
A christmas tree is a tragedy in July.
In December,
The tree was a symbol of love and hope.
Decorated with care,
Touched by a loving mother's hand.
But December was a long time ago.
Now the tree stands in the corner,
Confined between broken cardboard boxes.
A man leaves,
A woman cries.
And when the door closes,
The tree is not the only forgotten love once shared.
