Death at Christmas

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.

Copyright owned by Jay Cool

 

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