The tree is up and the lights are on
The glow is bright and warm
But I feel cold
The tree is real, not a plastic job
The colour is green, but parts are yellow
and the ferns are falling
The glow may be bright
But the lights are not real – look closer.
See the icicles hanging
The tree is green, but not forever.
Its roots have gone
It is dying
Icicles melt, but the moisture is too late
The tree is brown and dry – the carpet is wet –
the dampness spreads
All is dead.
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