The Christmas Tree

Beneath my bark is a whisper stilled in silence, Scrolled within my rings of age, is a wish waiting To be answered. A timeless spark, infused engrain's of wooden pulp, Legacies promise sense before my birth’s germination, My special reason for existence. Warmed by the sun’s rays, cradled by Mother Nature’s Loving embrace, I’ve grown in the shadows of my elders, My brethren of the forest wilds. Tenderly a sprout grew forth, within me a secret kept Unto myself alone, happily watching the world passes Ideally by, as seasons changed from spring, to summer, Yielding unto fall, then covered beneath Blankets of chilling white. I fear not the slicing of the human ax, or mourn For having to leave thy native soil rich and warm, For my life’s secret is coming true you see, Mine inner Gift is to be a Christmas tree. Blazing chains of sparkling lights shall grace My branches of evergreen, as trims silvery tinsel Hangs from my strong timbered limbs, that Shine in the glowing warmth of this magical Holiday called Christmas. Crowning from above, admiration's highest branch Lies a sacred symbol of ages eon’s long ago passed A brilliant star of opulence, twinkling in the twilight’s After glow of this special season. Its eternal light weaves its mystical rays through my Thick branches of pine, casting a shining upon the Manjor hidden underneath, behold the greatest gift Ever given, a simple child of the everlasting spirit. Beneath my bark is a whisper stilled in silence, Scrolled within my rings of age, is a wish waiting To be answered. A timeless spark, infused engrain's of wooden pulp, Legacies promise sense before my birth’s germination, My special reason for existence. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN