Christmas Tree
The Spruce Tree frost will tickle pink
in sight of smells more heady.
Their beauty glowing glory out
the Northern Lights beat steady.
A Christmas Tree to sit as pure
as trunk inside a drift.
A holy scene to cool your lungs
the sight and spirits lift.
Where nature's Christmas comes with snow
that blankets fallen needles.
And sap goes lower towards the roots
escaping hungry beetles.
A place where Christ begins to show
in spirits crisp with air.
Gods' breath around the Christmas Tree
our hearts in silence share.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2016
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