The Evergreen Tree
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The Evergreen Tree
Upon the tree, I set my sight,
And see, to my delight
(With head tilted up,
And hand shading eyes)
In the boughs
Sagging from the snow
Birds of various colours
Perched on the branches
Highlighted against the green
Under blue skies,
And I am elated to suck in
The crisp air of country living.
My wonderment never ceases
How freely the birds communicate
To each in chirps and whistles,
As if a quorum to hold a meeting.
This tree is their sanctuary.
And I think about the tradition
And am disgusted with myself.
They who chop down the evergreens
For seasonal use, to please their vanity
Are enemies of the environment.
‘Why can’t I buy an artificial one instead?’
And sheath the axe and exit.
Copyright © Dennis Spilchuk | Year Posted 2019
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