A Christmas Tree

The Christmas Tree
looked happy
This morning growing in the snow
Then some bloke came over
Pulled me up and hurt me so
Chopped my vibrant roots off
I tell you this is war!
And why so you can’t grow me
Like I grew before

I will just be chopped up fine
And sold to someone down the line
Mulch, a proud young Christmas Tree!
That I suppose just has to be
Or likely I will just be tossed
Into landfill at a cost
Decked in plastic baubles and
Chucked on top of rubbish land

Thats no way for a proud tree
Not one of such a pedigree
I produce pure oxygen
And they should look after me
But do they, do they ever heck
The various birds will likely peck
Bits of me thats what they do
To Christmas Trees,
oh! yea its true

(What a waste they should be returned to the growers for replanting)

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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