The Evergreen Tree

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
at how freely the birds communicate
with each other in chirps and whistles,
as if they have 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.

christmasculturedecemberenvironmentnatureverse

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