The FIR tree with its needles,
Had pricked many souls,
But it had nothing to do except pricking,
Its life is so boring
Then came winter.
The tree was covered with delicate twirls of soft snow swirling around it,
Its beauty attracted a woodcutter and the tree was cut,
Bearing the pain on his swollen roots,
It lay on a wheelbarrow,
Was taken to a beautiful house,
And was decorated with tinsels and constellations,
It was loved by one and all,
Thus the tree finally found its happy parts of its life.
Behold the very first Christmas tree!
Had pricked many souls,
But it had nothing to do except pricking,
Its life is so boring
Then came winter.
The tree was covered with delicate twirls of soft snow swirling around it,
Its beauty attracted a woodcutter and the tree was cut,
Bearing the pain on his swollen roots,
It lay on a wheelbarrow,
Was taken to a beautiful house,
And was decorated with tinsels and constellations,
It was loved by one and all,
Thus the tree finally found its happy parts of its life.
Behold the very first Christmas tree!
Dear Michelle,
ReplyDeleteI am your Papas friend Adam. Let me tell you that you have immense talent in you to become a great writer one day. I was really amazed to see the quality with which you write your poems, you are gifted by God. You just like your Dad, absolutely talented. Keep writing as you always done.
Regards,
Adam Uncle