The Forest of Christmas Trees

The sun rose in bouquet of sunflowers It shone effervescence into the silent night The moonlight and the stars where excused The mood of the weather bliss The smile of the wind blew a kiss The seeds took to the soil like mother’s milk The wind of jingle bells like feather dusters cleansing the air They’ll grow into a forest of yearlings This year, yearning to be ploughed by Christmas They’ll yield all our wish lists Into presents at the root the trees Into the sweet taste of dreams coming true It rains once a year from clouds of happiness The sun shines down love all year round For the perfect conditions conducive, For growing fruit of joy all around the world The forest is both magical and spiritual It’s evergreen grazing for his reindeers Trimming them into perfect cones It’s Santa’s best kept secret His most treasured of tools He spares no effort to protect it From the loveless deforestation For if the lumberjack had his way, Where would he leave our presents otherwise this year?