my Tree
is above me
tiny little branches
this is what photosynthesis made
tiny little ornaments
artificial light bulbs hanging all over
stars remind us and guide us
love is everywhere
my tree
is still alive
like the spirit
soil must be moist
likes shade
can’t kill it till Christmas
don’t think I can ever toss it
to the curb…what savages
who toss their trees of life
lent sucks then we have no trees
i’d rather be stuck below
my tree…than…
please don’t die
YOU mean so much to me
By, Josh Steger
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